Y Wednesday, November 19, 2008
12:59 am
Really now, how long has it been... four years? Yeah there and about. Four years since my soul was sucked away, and I knew the evil little life-stealing device known as World of Warcraft.Second expansion now, and we're in a mad race to level 80. Cap at that level and do what? Yeah, the same thing over and over. It's a cycle, really. An expensive one for us, a lucrative one for Blizzard.
We still play though. Why? Honestly, I really doubt it's the addictiveness of the game. It's reasons like this.
The community. Yeap, those are the active, local people in the guild that I lead in name. I'd like to stress I have zero leadership capability, and that I'm currently a good for nothing slob living on welfare, (it technically is welfare. But I'm a student so it don't count.) playing WoW.
But yeah. Funny. Feels like I've known these guys for quite a while, though it's only been about a year, and we've gone out less than the fingers on my hands. Ten mind you, not more or less, thankfully. Yet I look at the photo and can't help but to laugh. The good kind, where you feel warm and fuzzy.
True, we don't have many experiences in the flesh, no faces smashed on cakes, no stupid shit done in public places. But hey, the countless hours spent online are priceless. Honestly. We laugh, cry, quarrel, kiss and make up. The full range of emotions. Outsiders might not quite understand, they scorn it, call us screwed up people with no life etc, but I'm sure once they experience it for themselves, a different tune would be sung.
I won't deny it, if the game goes down one day, more than half of these people would fade away without so much as an echo within a few months, but hey, we're humans and we try not to think about the obviously painful things. Psychological defense mechanisms. Pleasure-pain principle.
That's why it's so fucked up. I really hate what I'm doing currently, but I love the people who're doing it with me. Pleasure-pain principle completely screwed. Bah. It'll pay off at 80.
Lol, just when you thought a respite could happen, things get shot to shit and you start falling back on running. It's an escape, I know. But it works.