Everything in this, except that for me it was always, always about the rocket launcher. I was all about that splash damage.
But the rest, about how DM17, with its extreme emphasis on mobility and speed, the surreal grace of players hurtling across the map, epitomized the Quake 3 experience? How it probably represents a high point in my gaming life, in terms of my overall mastery of and investment into a single game, as I will likely never again have either the time or inclination to give that much of myself to a game? That I’ve accepted that that particular season of my life has passed, with only a little sadness?
Yeah, that all rings true.
It rings more than “true”, it resonates, pregnant with deeper Truth. Sometimes, someone writes something that reaches out and strums your soul like a guitar string, speaking directly, intimately, to your experiences in this life. Something in them is kindred to something in you, and for a moment those two somethings recognize each other.
To quote the hippies, “I feel you, man. I feel you.”
Except for the railgun part. Eat my rocket, you sniping SOB.