Guest Post: Wistful ThinkingOctober 22, 2009
Special thanks to our guildie Prathi, from over at Piercing Shots for this post. This was written in the middle of his move when he was going through massive withdrawals. Happily, he has since been able to reactivate his account, and is happily pewpew’ing for us again.
At the end of August I had to move. I won’t go in to any great length about why I had to move, but one of the results was that I had to give up playing WoW until I’d settled some things. Some things have now settled, so I renewed my sub last night. I didn’t do a whole lot – I said hi to the guildies that were on and did a quick heroic ToC-5. WoW looked a lot prettier than it used to, but I’m not sure if that’s innacurate memory or what. It was mostly just nice to play a little again.
In a sad confirmation of stereotype, one of the things I’ve been missing has been upgrading my gear. We all know and love that warm, internal glow from finally getting a shiny new purple. It’s a little bit like the glow a chronic gambling addict gets from their infrequent payouts, I think. Especially because the longer you go without it, the warmer it is when you finally get another taste. And man if it hasn’t been a while since I had a taste, you know? I’ve replaced two things since before the first time I killed Yogg-Saron in the middle of the Summer, both the rings, neither of which came from a 25-person raid.
I’m not sure exactly when I’m going to be able to return to raiding, but it’s going to taste pretty sweet when I do. Especially since I’m sure the rest of the guild is swimming in 245 gear at this point. Imagine the situation like this: it’s a kid’s birthday, and he’s in the back yard with all his friends. There’s a pinata full of his favorite candy – maybe some kit-kats – and all of his friends are stuffed full of hotdogs, chips, cake, and soda. They’re lying on the ground in a disordered, groaning semi-circle. You hear the whoosh sound of him swinging the stick a few times, then a sharp crack followed by an avalanche of crinkling wrappers. Giggling quietly, he scoops up the candy and runs upstairs to stash it in his room.
That’s going to be me in the Coliseum.
Distinctly second in the list of stuff I’ve been missing is the people. Ha-ha! Just kidding! As an emotionally healthy human adult, of course I value interpersonal relationships far more than I value pixels named with purple text.
Has anyone else ever heard a saying that goes something like “if you tell a lie to yourself enough times, you might begin to believe it”?
I’m not sure if that’s true. But, moving on!
I really have missed my guildies, seriously. Reading Snarkcraft has been the cause of some occasional wistfulness, because it reminds me that I haven’t been able to hang out with Seri and Jov, both of whom are pretty excellent ladies. Axiom is just in general a really fun environment to raid with. Making fun of the raid leader, making fun of Crutches (can I just say that the Hammer of Ancient Kings is apropos for him), misdirecting bombs onto the druid co-GM, pulling off the tank and wiping the raid in the first 5 seconds of an attempt (my specialty!), imagining the female Orc warrior Kerp speaking with the male Polack voice of her player, just on and on. It has really been a drag missing out on all of that for a month.
On the other hand, there have been compensations. This has been a really great way to get out of doing dailies and otherwise farming consumables. Dragonfin Angelfish, for example, is pretty much never available for sale anywhere ever. Saving myself the outrage over the prices for alchemy mats has also probably done wonders for my blood pressure. And can I just say that I could happily live the tortured, immortal existence of an Anne Rice vampire just so long as I never, ever had to encounter the trade channel. Sadly, that boat has sailed, so no lace and black velvet for me.
For real though, everyone: none of it is funny any more. None of it. Any joke you were going to make in trade? It isn’t funny. Every time you say “anal” and then link an ability or item, it actually creates a hole in the universe. These holes – and there are, by now, trillions of them – vacuum up and destroy the elementary particle of human joy, known as the “fabulon”*. Relentlessly and forever. They don’t go away, people. Now that we’ve made them, they’re going to be here until the heat-death of the Universe. And while it’s true that kittens and puppies generate fabulons at a steady rate, we are rapidly approaching the point at which the holes will be depleting them faster than they can be replaced. Please, think of the children.