In gaming, like it or not, the buck stops with you.
Spare me your passive aggressive sob story about how nobody cares and you’re shouting into a void when you complain about content. Stop with the bandwagon-humping, fanperson blinging streaming antics to make your personality more important than the MMO. The only reason anyone should do anything they enjoy is for ENJOYMENT. That’s the entire point, right? You sit down after a long hard day at your job (whatever that might be) in need of some relaxation, to blow off steam and remind yourself how great the virtual world is in relation to the real one. You’re even comfortable admitting that smashing thousands of virtual heads in PvP stops you losing the plot elsewhere. That’s perfectly okay, and far more normal than many people might have you believe.
When the game you love moves on but you don’t, what do you do? That’s been my issue for some time, and as you’ve read over the past few days that has required a bit of thrashing about on my part to get the brain around. As it stands, right now, I needed four hours in a solid block to establish myself and the routine that will be required. The problem, as I pointed out yesterday, is that unless there’s a third party guide or a video for this stuff, most people wouldn’t even know where to start, and that’s just wrong. I am better than that, plus twelve years playtime should really count for something when it is apparent that what is offered as current isn’t really as important as feeling satisfied you’re not somehow betraying a legacy.
There is, undoubtedly, stuff on the Broken Isles that matters: resources for the Mobile App, the occasional gear upgrade, but if I read one more ‘I’m just gonna farm AP ’til Concordance and then stop’ tweet I’m gonna have a meltdown. That’s the thing, people. You never stop farming. It is not the ‘win’ or the ‘end’, it is simply a cap on this patch’s arbitrary gate. That finish line (potentially) means your weapon is as good as it could be if End Game is your deal, but you’re not finished or complete or nowhere near done, because the moment the NEXT Expansion happens, the slate is cleaned. Except, in many cases, it isn’t, and here I now totally understand why raiding and 5 mans are no longer attractive, whoever might offer to help me through them. There is no end, and while that is great for longevity, it fucking sucks monkeyballs for completionism.
This game only truly worked for me when I refused to accept it was infinite. Once the lie was swallowed that yeah, the gear reset is fine, I’ll do that all again… then I’d accommodate just about anything in the name of progress. The reason why I let it work is that things like professions and collecting allowed me to have attainable and concrete goals to reach and complete when I wasn’t consumed by raiding. It is why Achievements became so important, as they were tangible and satisfactory lines drawn in the sand. However, as soon as those ‘relaxations’ ended up being monetised…? That was it, and I suppose on reflection time was against me. I never finished Wrath Professions because there was never enough time back then, and then it was the Battle pets and eventually everything eroded away to a point where I’d compromise, time and again, rather than focus on what really mattered.
Last week, I finally took responsibility for my gaming existence, and the buck stopped.
I’ve let other people dictate my actions for far too long. These pixelated people are just that, fragments of my whole, parts of a personality that cannot cope any more with being made to run headlong, time after time, into imaginary walls. I’m perfectly okay not raiding, and I know why for so long I held onto the belief that somehow this made me less of a person. I did a FatBoss livecast thing, years ago now, where everybody thought they knew best how to make Warcraft Great Again, but (unsurprisingly) all that really mattered was ratings and the right people being allowed to speak the loudest. In the midst of that, when I said that raiding didn’t matter, only two people seemed to care that opinion was even valid. If all you see is what you want in life, someone suggesting there’s an alternative is never helpful. After all, if it wasn’t for raiders, this game would have died years ago, right?
The thing is, of course, that it has never mattered how you play, only that if you let other people usurp your enjoyment, they win and you lose. After the real life events today in my country, and a week after I underwent surgery, it is finally apparent to me that I don’t give a flying fuck any more about anyone who uses this game for their own nefarious ends. You know who you are, every single one of you, who have sat on the coat tails and ridden the glory without a conscience. To all the people who have never towed the line, played their way and been able to exist in Azeroth without judging others for their choices, I owe you a debt of utter gratitude because finally, eventually, I stopped listening to the crap and woke up. I’ll hold the buck, and it stops with me.
I owe it to my virtual splinters to play this game my way from now on. They deserve better than a life of being left to rot. I don’t care if you don’t understand or think this is pointlessly sentimental, but everybody is being finally given the completion they deserve, going back to the first day when I sacrificed what I wanted for the greater good. Then, perhaps when I’ve finally ‘finished’ every Expansion to my personal satisfaction, I’ll start worrying about what happens in current content.
I’ll let you know.