The game almost feels like work to me now...yet still I game on. You repeat the same attack manuever over and over again...yet still I game on. What is it about this magic world gets me to keep playing. There's a world of other games out there that I'd like to play, or immerse myself in, or even just replay. But, how can I when I know that my shiny new Warlock is only a few quests away from level 10. Or knowing that my level 62 mage is almost ready to embark into uncharted lands once the Lich King lands. It's too much for me to resist. Yet the whole time I click my way through Azeroth (the mythical realm the WoW resides in) I can't help but feel like I'm forcing myself to push through the game. Hence, I hate to love World of Warcraft.
I hate to spend 10 minutes just walking to an "instance". I hate how slowly my character levels. I hate farming for gold. I hate, more than anything else, walking from the graveyard to my deceased body....especially if it in an instance. Blackrock I'm looking at you.. And yet...still I game on. Why does WoW keep pulling me back?
I had actually kicked the WoW for a little over the year. I was sober. No more fiending at the auction house for Truesilver Bars or Purple Armor. No more grinding away like a zombie on the hunt for braaaaains. And then Lich King came along and my brother-in-law gave me a time card. He told me, "Now you have no excuse!" I guess I don't, but then again, isn't the fact that it feels like work to grind my way to level 70 (now 80) excuse enough?"
This is more of a rambling. More of a way for me to sort out my feelings about WoW. It's awfully therapeutic. WoW is like that ex-girlfriend that just won't leave you alone. But one of these days we'll break up, and when it happens, it will be for real. No seriously, next time will be the last time. I swear! I can't even convince myself. Sigh...damn you World of Warcraft.
~ Your most humble blogger in need of a WoW intervention.
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