Deco morono - Folanae fanlo


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I love putting obscure gaming references into the things I write. Part of the title of this page is the password you need to get into the Mountainmen's treasure room in the game Ultima Underworld 1. Folanae fanlo is the password you give to Illomo the Seer in the same game, who then gives you a mantra you need.

Deco morono is the passowrd you need to get into the Mountainmen's treasure room.

It's not difficult to feel nostalgia for these old games, but when I load them up and look at those blocky, 8-bit graphics, of course I wonder how I ever played them at all. Well, it's what I was accustomed to at the time. I genuinely believed back in the 90s that they were wonderful.

Incredible thing, nostalgia. I look back upon a lot of games I played 15-20 years ago with a wistful fondness. The first MMO I played to any length, Everquest, I often reflect back on with attachment. Gaming online - cooperatively - was very new then. I say cooperatively, as most of the online gaming with human interaction was with shooters such as Quake etc.

So I didn't quite know how to react to certain people and occasions and I was a bit of a blowhard back then.

I got into it with a few people in Everquest, especially with one guy who had an interest in my wife. There was a hell of a lot of acting tough and hot-air generated threats, and I perpetrated some of it. Nowadays, people online laugh at that sort of thing - internet tough guy detected - or they make memes out of it.

So if I give that nostalgia close examination, my time in Everquest wasn't as idyllic and fun as it initially seems. The game was also an horrific time sink requiring a major investment of time - it took a long time to do anything worthwhile in it. But that's the allure of nostalgia. Some time ago, four of five years, I installed the game again and ran around on my wife's wizard - ported her to West Karana, strolled through North Karana and then up the long slopes of East Karana to Highpass Hold. Mixed feelings abound.

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