/played, a prelude

Seriously, I’m starting to abhor this class and everything I encounter along with it. Exactly what class is fueling me with this tenacious rage? No other than the paladin class. I wanted something different and I sure as hell got different. I can’t tank nor taunt my groups to any worthy victorious dungeon battles. I eye my experience bar and I’m halfway to level 55, exactly just what in the hell is my flipppin’ problem? 14 days played and I’m still level 54 grasping for 55, give me those experience points, ah that’s it.. not enough, I need more, die ogres, you and your butt fugly twin ogre sisters die a thousand times over so I can achieve level 60 already and get it over with. This experience isn’t nearly coming at a fast enough rate… I need to min/max more effectively…

You know what, I can’t take it so forget this efficient spreadsheet play. Sure, my friends can grind yetis in the same hot spots for days on end, but I can’t help myself, my playstyle is drastically changing, I’m turning into an explorer more so than what my friends used to know my style more along a catassing achiever.

[My definition of catass is someone who not only plays a lot, they vicariously live in a virtual world and it consumes every waking or available moment of their lives while highly isolating themselves and neglecting reality. Origin.]

This eternally damned paladin, I kill mobs like some slomo and my will is busted, maybe I am actually not a good player. I lack the moxie needed for leading and forming instance groups and what little motivation I have left is withering away. I notice my former friends whom I considered to be family in EverQuest steamroll past my pathetic existence and conquer a new hardcore barrier leaving me behind. Leaving me with what I used to despise at one time when I knew no better. I always said if it came to this point in my playing career it was best to not play at all.

/who… /who… again.. the same results… I shouldn’t bother and I can’t believe the frustration, funny and sad wrapped up in one.

As usual, another generic day played and I have no guild or regular crew at my call and while I do have some supposedly friends on my list half of them are catass traitors who don’t even have the nerve to share in the camaraderie and debauchery we once shared and the other half that remain might as well be npcs. 300 plus days played invested or wasted for that matter in Norrath and Azeroth and this is the high ground that I stood on, if there was only a word I could ues to describe this, it doesn’t exist. I suppose we all have too move on sometime. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I miss my priest, I was considered one of the best priest on the beta pvp server, probably because I was horde and there were only five or so priests that were considered decent since priests were so sparse.

I look back on it all now and I’ve been hardcoring my way through the World of Warcraft for a full year, the time is a little after the game has hit desktops and I find myself brooding and pondering about my playing past. I scour my thoughts and find myself traversing from the Plane of Time into Elwynn Forest and Westfall in some sort of jacked up time warp. I travel all the way back to the first phase alpha when a nefarious webmaster sent me an invite to be one of the founding members of Kali Compton. Such a long time ago and those bridges have long since been burned. I only wanted as many beta slots I could get my grubby paws on anyway, after all who I thought were once my friends were far more important than some egotistical douchebag. If he only knew beforehand that I was in European guild for two years, albeit my last year I loathed waking up far too early in the morning just so I could raid the latest and greatest foozles. I’ve played both horde and alliance sides thoroughly and I’m past burnt out, I’m afflicted with some subconscious lobotomy, logging on out of some sick habitual addiction that shouldn’t be condoned. I need rehab from this insanity.

I’ve been back in the thick of slaying pixels for almost three months and I’m having a great time. Before these last three months I vacated and took a year off from my old playing habits, I was out of control. I still played casually, up until that one day came and I finally cancelled my last account. It was like quitting my one pack a day addiction which was killing me inside. I was finally free, but I missed the passion I once felt for the mmo genre. Looking back I was obsessed and in may ways I still am, considering I take the effort to divulge my the scans that ignite my brain stems for anyone who wishes to read them here, but for my longtime readers I am sure they have seen the decline from my posts about mmos until recently once I started playing again.

I don’t think I could have picked World of Warcraft back up if it weren’t for random chance I never saw coming when a real-life friend prodded me into starting a character to play alongside her. This was the same person who used to berate me for playing EverQuest whenever I glimpsed into her sight. A twisted fate of irony and I got some revenge. We ended up playing together and I was hooked all over, we were having a blast. I made another character on my original server so I could play when we weren’t tearing it up, we were casual newbs, but I liked it. Eventually her boyfriend didn’t like us playing together, but I didn’t care about their sorry drama and the thoughts of even flirting for that matter didn’t cross my mind at all, by now I was enamored with my hunter on the other server, the hunter is more my style and I had reactivated my own account for three months rather than play on one of my friends who worked a lot. I might as well just give it a shot and see what happens and when that times comes if I should cancel or continue. It could be both.

Repeating the inevitable grind - It was bound too happen, but at least I can approach it differently this time around.


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