Anyone who helped converting the database files in 2005(?) knows… Getting all the positive feedback is a great reward though and I hope the people who helped with this site do feel rewarded too. Waste in the sense of actually doing things in the most complicated way.
Looking through some backups I cannot believe how much time I wasted for this site. Quaddicted was just the new name and address at some point later. Even though the site was named differently and covered much more news (and had no archives) I consider the Quakeblog to be “the” site already. I will try to find some backup and put it online some day. had a hard time mirroring the stupid host I used, but here is how it looked like. Before Quaddicted was born, there was “Spirit of 85′s Quake Weblog”. This months marks the 5th anniversary of my Quake site. in Quake Fanart | 5 Comments » Happy Birthmonth Quaddicted The Elder Gods leave me for their truly devotedĪnd with another minutes pause, they have a newly devoted Within reach but untouchable to their harm He also created paper art of two of his monsters, both of which you can encounter on his maps: The Orb and the Stegosaurus.Ī temporary pacifist, unblinkingly secure Madfox sent in two drawings of Quake monsters: in Quake Fanart | 6 Comments » October Fan-Art #1 What it was promising he didn’t want to think. Seeing life on this side of the lens had long stripped away those sentiments, or so he’d thought. He wasn’t crying for higher ideals or his supposed lost humanity. With an anguished roar he shoulder barged the charging corpse and took away the midsection in another blast.Įars ringing, he fell to the floor, the shredded remains falling aside. The body kept coming in mid swing, the bloody sword dropping in the last split second from the mailed fingers. Machinelike, he dropped to one knee and took its head off. Would they never learn? Looked like a berserker as well. Only continued existance mattered now.Īs if in response to his thoughts a shout came from the end of the hall. Were the children part of that same phantasm. Had she been beautiful? Was that a trick of rememberance or a trick of this whole pitiful existance of violence he was trapped within. Leaning his head on the wall he tried to think back, the harsh edges of the stone a cold counterpoint to the warm images he was trying to summon. Infected, the rage and hate of the place. Just a knight, lower class, nothing special. He fired until empty, dropped the gun with precision. I already thought no more submissions would come but Warp Spasm mastermind ijed submitted a short story: in Quake Fanart | 4 Comments » October Fan-Art #2 – A short story by ijed I can’t remember when I got here, and I don’t think I’ll ever leave. Makes me think they knew something we don’t.īut the vast majority of the moving flesh I’ve seen here is not human, nothing like it. Like they’re from centuries ago, earth time. Most of the humans I see – maybe one or two a month, but then what’s Time here? – wear metallic armour. One time I saw a guy with the same kind of gear as me. Sometimes I see other humans, or – former humans. I’ve met enough disciples – things without eyes that crawl out of the darkness. Miles and miles, on the floor, walls, ceilings, into seeming infinity. Meaning something carved out all those characters by hand, or by. But my shotgun is the most advanced thing here. I’ve been unable to discover any meaning in them. Thousands of miles in every direction.Īnd the walls are all inscribed with bizarre characters – not hieroglyphics, not words – some script halfway between. These halls of dull metal must go on forever. Once every few hours a drip of water falls, somewhere off in the vast darkness. No one’s scraped the blood off the walls here for at least a hundred years. Known for major backstories to his maps Tronyn could not resist submitting a story too: In Quake Fanart | 10 Comments » Oktober Fan-Art #3: A short story by Tronyn
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