I remember spawning in on dawn island with like 4 other people and we all just rowed our way to redwake and then I died to a jaw pirate somehow
back in the good old day people would try to help each other fight this big bull that hold an axe thinking friendship power would give them a chance (or it just sounds fun) only to get hit by those 30k hp then next thing you know we try to drag them to the village baiting them to create a threat hoping captains would take care of that, good old day.
I played AO & WoM way before I joined the forums
Topic should be renamed to “the good old days of shark week” as no old days of AO were good aside from those of shark week.
remember when there was no sunken pity and you had to fish with 3 crowns = 9 galleons in this economy (for bait) with bait
uh do i count
Remember when the game first came out, and global messages were blowing up like crazy and the game had 120k players?
It’s a shame, my memories of old Palo Town are slipping away…
no relfexes, more grounded pvp, more thinking in pvp, more positioning, more parrying (like streaks of 5 or more parries), if mages werent op, that would had been peak pvp
Back in my day, I could remember things
the og getting ganked
Ah man, I remember back in WoM days I knew NOTHING of the lore and stuff abt the game or the game before it (AA). I was a wee lil kid so yeah, and I was shocked after around 1-2 years I came back and to my surprise it got revamped! I did miss old WoM but AO was good (VERY LAGGY), and if you’re wondering when I joined those two games, WoM the update before those clan thingies were added? And the Dark Sea Update for AO, although the title screen was the island raining one.
same
i remember watching all 1000 episodes of one piece (stretched asf)
while also waiting for ao release
still havent tested my mental health
hawk tuah saved ao
Doing this to The Exiled was far more feared.
I remember time when fishing in WoM was just added. That first day I spent it all fishing without any idea on how low the sunken items drop chances were. Then for the next few months I would stumble upon groups of people at the Summer Hold’s pond that are peacefully fishing together.


