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I rose early, anxious to get started in my new responsibilities. A step outside held the sweet smell of the morning air, a smell only available long before the sun rises from over the mountain tops. Yes. It was a good day to begin a new administration.
Firing up the computer, I waited patiently at the loading screen. In but a few minutes, I would be starting down the road to destiny, wherever it may lead. A quick click on the AOL icon and I heard the familiar dialing of the modem as I was about to be tapped into the new world in which I was now President. “Welcome!” “You’ve got mail” were heard and I knew things were going to be fine. But what was this?
“AOL will now download an update, sorry for the inconvenience….blah blah, new features, blah blah, 10 mins.”
Oh hell, I thought, I despise being late, but 5 mins is not that much, I suppose. I head into the kitchen for the much needed coffee this early in the morning. 4 AM. I smiled. Who else would arrange such ungodly hours of a chat. I sat on the porch and enjoyed the smells of the coffee and the sounds of the cicada’s chirping in the nearby trees. From in the house, I hear “File’s done!”
Great, finally time to start. On the screen appears the words, “your computer needs to be restarted for the changes to take effect” Fine, whatever. Get going already damn it!
Restart, log on, I hear the dialing again…
Dong! Error, AOL cannot connect, file blah blah blah corrupted. WTF?
Three tries convince me it is not a fluke.
What am I to do? There IS NO other form of connection on this comp!
I run to the basement where the old PII 400 sits and try to load up the game to see if we can limp by on the old comp. It laughs in my face and completely locks up in the blue screen of death. Unable to even remove the disk for some time, I am now becoming extremely pissed. I even have left my laptop at work this weekend.
Frantic my mind races. I see above my old computer the familiar medicine wheel. I must center my thoughts. A few moments later I recalled a possible solution. Searching through the desk I discover it. AOL 5.0 trial version, came with the computer. Yes, it is years old, I have no idea if AOL will even support it. Back upstairs to the P4 1800 and load it up in a flash.
Dialing…”Welcome!” “You’ve got mail!” Downloading updates…
I click cancel this time. Not risking that again. Poly seems to work…hooking up IRC…connected!
I look down at the clock. Damn, it’s already 5:10…A search of IRC yields that no one has left yet, so I decided to hold what we can in terms of a chat.
Panag is starting a revolution.
I probably would be too under such circumstances.
Ah well, I ignore it and it goes away.
Things are going fine…turn two MrWIA: Mapwhore
Me: What? No one has gold!
MrWIA: Mapwhore for 1 gold each
Me: I hate you!
I do it anyway. Damn, 20+ gold… this has potential, but is annoying as all hell.
I have a flashback from the last time I really played the game. Ended up that 3 teams signed an alliance against us. My computer is cursed, I know it.
Sure enough here comes Persia: We want 88 gold and a map.
Damn it! I just spent the better part of an hour slogging through getting 20 odd gold for the map in the first place! I check with MrWIA….give Persia the finger, and things work out fine. Yellow bellied cowards!
Time is running short, I need to get my kids to church soon, so I call it quits and make MrWIA go whoring this time. Let him waste his time.
Well, a rocky start, to be sure. We’ll see you things go from here.
Firing up the computer, I waited patiently at the loading screen. In but a few minutes, I would be starting down the road to destiny, wherever it may lead. A quick click on the AOL icon and I heard the familiar dialing of the modem as I was about to be tapped into the new world in which I was now President. “Welcome!” “You’ve got mail” were heard and I knew things were going to be fine. But what was this?
“AOL will now download an update, sorry for the inconvenience….blah blah, new features, blah blah, 10 mins.”
Oh hell, I thought, I despise being late, but 5 mins is not that much, I suppose. I head into the kitchen for the much needed coffee this early in the morning. 4 AM. I smiled. Who else would arrange such ungodly hours of a chat. I sat on the porch and enjoyed the smells of the coffee and the sounds of the cicada’s chirping in the nearby trees. From in the house, I hear “File’s done!”
Great, finally time to start. On the screen appears the words, “your computer needs to be restarted for the changes to take effect” Fine, whatever. Get going already damn it!
Restart, log on, I hear the dialing again…
Dong! Error, AOL cannot connect, file blah blah blah corrupted. WTF?
Three tries convince me it is not a fluke.
What am I to do? There IS NO other form of connection on this comp!
I run to the basement where the old PII 400 sits and try to load up the game to see if we can limp by on the old comp. It laughs in my face and completely locks up in the blue screen of death. Unable to even remove the disk for some time, I am now becoming extremely pissed. I even have left my laptop at work this weekend.
Frantic my mind races. I see above my old computer the familiar medicine wheel. I must center my thoughts. A few moments later I recalled a possible solution. Searching through the desk I discover it. AOL 5.0 trial version, came with the computer. Yes, it is years old, I have no idea if AOL will even support it. Back upstairs to the P4 1800 and load it up in a flash.
Dialing…”Welcome!” “You’ve got mail!” Downloading updates…
I click cancel this time. Not risking that again. Poly seems to work…hooking up IRC…connected!
I look down at the clock. Damn, it’s already 5:10…A search of IRC yields that no one has left yet, so I decided to hold what we can in terms of a chat.
Panag is starting a revolution.
I probably would be too under such circumstances.
Ah well, I ignore it and it goes away.
Things are going fine…turn two MrWIA: Mapwhore
Me: What? No one has gold!
MrWIA: Mapwhore for 1 gold each
Me: I hate you!
I do it anyway. Damn, 20+ gold… this has potential, but is annoying as all hell.
I have a flashback from the last time I really played the game. Ended up that 3 teams signed an alliance against us. My computer is cursed, I know it.
Sure enough here comes Persia: We want 88 gold and a map.
Damn it! I just spent the better part of an hour slogging through getting 20 odd gold for the map in the first place! I check with MrWIA….give Persia the finger, and things work out fine. Yellow bellied cowards!
Time is running short, I need to get my kids to church soon, so I call it quits and make MrWIA go whoring this time. Let him waste his time.
Well, a rocky start, to be sure. We’ll see you things go from here.
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