|Still Here. Not Going Anywhere.|
As I sat yesterday, listening YET AGAIN to the Haters in Trade informing me that even though Star Wars: The Old Republic’s servers were down it was still going to mean the end of Blizzard’s stranglehold on my soul, I found myself lamenting. This happens a lot, I have to say. There was Aion, then there was Rift. Then Star Wars came along and I went and had a look at that, because I felt a sense of obligation to my past and my love of the Universe. I learnt an important lesson: I’m not prepared to live in a world I fantasised about as a kid. This means if there’s a Babylon 5 MMO you’re going to see me running away, at speed, regardless of how good it is. I will say however I’m looking forward to seeing how The Secret World pans out, but I digress…
I was thinking about my relationship with the game, waiting for my tea to brew, whilst checking my Blogroll and reading what the venerable Mr B.B. Butt had blogged whilst I slept. Clearly, we work on a similar wavelength:
So, can you please finally grasp the simple concept that some of us HAVE THE CAPACITY TO BE HAPPY IN A COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP AND DON’T NEED TO DUMP OUR CURRENT LOVE WHEN A HOT NEW MODEL COMES ALONG BECAUSE ITS SHINY AND NEW.
I have often wondered if my commitment to Azeroth is an age-related issue, and I think in part that wisdom may have its contribution to make. There’s also the ‘I’ve been playing this since launch, I’m not throwing away that kind of time investment’ which extends to my washing machine (which has been going nearly a decade without being replaced) and my car (much the same, even though it leaks in the wet, it’s a convertible and I can wait for the Summer) so really, if you’re looking for precedent, I have it in spades. However, it’s not the reason. There’s one reason, that overrides all of them, and it’s frankly inescapable:
It’s not like I’ve not played anything else. It’s not me deliberately excluding games because ‘they’re not WoW’: I’ve tried loads, really, I have. The fact remains (and here comes the science, so concentrate) that Warcraft is a fabulous game to play the way I play it. For me, no-one has combined a set of pixels and number generated events into anything close to something I’d want to give this up for. This does not make me wrong-headed, a nublet, full of EPIC FAIL or indeed anything else, it just makes me what I am. ME. So, if it’s farming crocodiles in Tol Barad, failing to get a mount/trinket/anything after 25518924 attempts, playing with mates, doing DS10 with any kind of buff (YOU CAN TURN IT OFF IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT) or indeed just sitting in Ironforge wishing the place was busier because it’s my Home I’m happy. If you don’t want to be here and you’re happier being in something shiny and new, type /camp. Really, it’s that simple.