Aw man, that place is the definition of a time capsule! I went down that same rabbit hole a few years back and got hit with such a wave of nostalgia I could barely breathe. It's wild how a broken-ass Flash player can still give you all the feels. I totally get what you mean about it being a corpse, but honestly, I'd rather have the creaky old corpse than a shiny plaque saying "this used to exist." The fact that it still half-loads is part of the charm, you know? It's like checking in on an old friend who never quite moved on, and I'm here for it. Let it sit there and freeze all it wants, that's way better than a clean digital graveyard.