It was December 2000....
A couple days after Christmas, I received my new Asus A7V main board and a Athlon 1 Ghz Thunderbird. I slapped the new IMB Deskstar ATA100 drive with my Winop 38 CPU uber cooler and I was styling in my new machine. My friend Darktoad came over and raved about this new game that hit the shelves a few months ago called Rune. I downloaded the game to see what it is about and instantly fell in love with it.
After about 3 weeks playing the game, I decided to start hosting servers and mini lan parties at my house. The name Omegus is the demi plane of living hell on Earth in one Sacrificial Lambs D&D worlds. It was a fitting name because it entailed a lot of death and gore. It was a non-dedicated server at first. All of my friend had laptops capable of playing rune so we had Thursday night smack downs. I ran the classic 1vs1 map by Idometrious and had honor duels. After 2 weeks, I noticed the same guys playing the game on my serve night after night after night. All honor players and cool cats.
Fnord, Grendel, Tyr (now Za’arok), Kaizer[Maximus], Heimidal (also known as Yykroon:8: ), and Darktoad were a few to mention. Every night we all gathered on the server to fight it out with honor and skill and a splash of comedy. Every time someone tried to llama the server, we all would go on llama patrol. It was hysterical to see 5 or 6 guys llama hunt the poor as mofo. Darktoad wrote a small admin mod called the Omegus Admin Mod. This mod basically hulked the admin to a HULK that was unkillable and would do uber damage (not to mention the increased size and speed). It was a tool that would modify llama behaviour to conform to the server’s house rules. We also made a 2nd addition to this which gave admins much more powers. These tools have been incorporated into Critters Kick (we freely gave Critter permission to use them to make the ultimate Rune Admin Tool).
Back to the story of Omegus… Instead of shutting it down when I was not playing, I would leave the server on as dedicated when I was away. I enabled a few of the regulars to become admins. They had earned my trust and respect. I handed the keys of Omegus to them. I went on vacation to St Johns in late January, and my server crashed when I was away. They all freaked out and Darktoad had to baby-sit the server (restart it when it crashed). When I came back and heard of how unstable Rune was I took it upon my self to build a better machine.
Right before I left for St Johns, I was sick and tired of honor 1vs1 by chance we teamed up 2 vs 2 with some of the regulars. What a RUSH!!! Team honor duels was like freak’n crack. We started to do honor team duels from then on and was pretty much a niche for my server. When I was hosting that people would complain of hours not getting on the server. Darktoad started to do some coding on fixing the team spawn points (version 1.00-1.02 did not work correct). I started to do some mapping and we came up with the Ouroboros Training Facility. It was the FIRST team battle map with fix spawn points. It could accommodate up to 12 people on the server. We played with house rules but where ever you went there was always signs and pop up messages of how to play.
It was now late February and people were thinking we were a clan. We always played on the same server and acted like a giant dysfunctional family. Dysfunction , but still family. Brothers in Arms and friend of combat, we faugh every night after night and could not get enough. People though we were a clan. We were not. Most of us refused to join a clan or even form Omegus a clan. We had a few people who were in clans and a few who refused to join one. So when people asked to join us would bust their balls and said no because we were not a clan. Eventually once people realized what we were, more of a brotherhood that transcended allegence to a clan but more a family and a community on this server, they realized if they could call themselves a member. Once they realized the friendship we had and the enjoyment we had, they were constant players on Omegus and called them selves part of this family.
Now, We had no idea what to call ourselves. Omegan Citizens, or Omegan Warriors, or Knights of Ouroboros. One person (think it was Yykroon) said Brotherhood of Omegus. We all laughed because it spelled BOO. It was an instant hit. The name stuck and we called ourselves BOO, The Brotherhood Of Omegus.
At this time, we were hungry of more team action. FNORD and I came up with the idea of SarkBall. FNORD of BOO is a seasoned programmer and wrote most of the core SarkBall code in Notepad. The guy is a freak’n genius. I started mapping and with in a couple of weeks we had the first test of SarkBall. It crashed after 30 second of play and there was a pile of SarkBall heads in the center, but the game was great.
It is May 2001 now and some of the BOO left because of the increase SarkBall play on Omegus (some did not like it but I had a loyal following on the game) while others quite Rune all together. When patch 1.06 and HOV came out, it further splintered. Some refused to go 1.06+ HOV and others were stuck with Mac 1.01 (Za’arok and Yyrkoon).
During this time I started to make a dedicated server. I got some spare parts and made several version of W2K boxes for Rune. There was a Celeron 600, Athlon 700, and K6-3 450. At the end of the summer, my computer was fried. In December 2001 I bought my current dell and made my Omegus Server out of my 1ghz machine. I got myself a copy of Rune Linux and the server has been like that ever since. Back too BOO….
After the summer of 2001, BOO dwindled down to a few. FNORD, Sacrificial Lamb, Ricky Spartan and I were the last few remaining of the Brotherhood. FNORD stopped played Rune and Ricky Spartan was shipped out to Uzbekistan, so it is Sacrficial Lamb and I who carry the torch.
BOO has always been a bunch of players having fun on Omegus on other servers. We had the same mindset of how to play the game. We were not all 100% honor fighters where you always had to say GF or HONOR PLEASE to llamas nor were we silent players who played and did not give a shit of others. We took the time to know each other and realized we could play hard times and other times just horse around. It is the comradery that came from this game and the matches we had that would make, The Brotherhood of Omegus.
What does it take for one to call himself a Brother of Omegus?
Is it his skill or his in game personality? Is it his moves or the lack there of to show restraint? Is it the 6-figure income he gets or the number of girls he sleeps with in a week?
It is something that cannot be quantified nor qualified.
To be a brother, does it require strict allegiance to some order with a ladder to see who is the chief and who is the gong farmer or does it need skill or training to prove it to others?
No, it does not.
It is unbecoming of a brother to slur racial remarks. It is unbecoming of a brother to try to crash, lag, or lame a server. It is unbecoming of a brother to think of himself to be more than of the group.
It’s the love of the game and the comradery that ensues. It is the act of having a good time with out the worries of proving yourself to others. It is being able to own the server or to slack off amusing yourself and others. It is the time of having fun. It is to build friendships and bridges between strangers with a common goal.
That is what constitutes a Brother of Omegus.