W.o.W.
I don’t know about you, but I had a great holiday. The sort you just know you’ll pay for in spades. And after nearly two years all but entirely free from video games, I rediscovered my addiction during the two weeks before the new year. It began with Madden NFL for the Xbox, which then exploded into the wonderful World of Warcraft.
My brother installed the damn thing on my computer during his Christmas visit, and I was then compelled to fret about mana, quests, and reputation. Honestly, I did what any man in my position would do: I took my impossibly buxom night elf out for a spin, armed at first with nothing more than a one-handed axe and a short bow with a few shafts for good measure. Then I skinned the hell out of everything she hunted down. Which was after she got a gun. One of the flintlock variety, with a trumpet as its business end. And then there was the pet bear, and the hill trolls, and the-
And the week ended, and New Year’s came and went, and my furlough was over. So I quit cold turkey, which is a dish best served piping hot, unfortunately. I quit even though my level 21 hunter was about to hit the big time according to a few of the million other addicts who were online. Besides, I’ve already got the best toy ever in my daughter, who’s far more challenging (and more rewarding) than any video game. Though I had better figure out a way past her innate charm so I can keep a serious face when I discipline her. You know, for her own good. I guess that’s my major “quest” right now.
Oh yah: we just reached level eighteen months, too.
My brother installed the damn thing on my computer during his Christmas visit, and I was then compelled to fret about mana, quests, and reputation. Honestly, I did what any man in my position would do: I took my impossibly buxom night elf out for a spin, armed at first with nothing more than a one-handed axe and a short bow with a few shafts for good measure. Then I skinned the hell out of everything she hunted down. Which was after she got a gun. One of the flintlock variety, with a trumpet as its business end. And then there was the pet bear, and the hill trolls, and the-
And the week ended, and New Year’s came and went, and my furlough was over. So I quit cold turkey, which is a dish best served piping hot, unfortunately. I quit even though my level 21 hunter was about to hit the big time according to a few of the million other addicts who were online. Besides, I’ve already got the best toy ever in my daughter, who’s far more challenging (and more rewarding) than any video game. Though I had better figure out a way past her innate charm so I can keep a serious face when I discipline her. You know, for her own good. I guess that’s my major “quest” right now.
Oh yah: we just reached level eighteen months, too.