The day of judgement has finally arrived. I have cancelled my subscription to World of Warcraft and for the next few weeks will have to find some other diversion to fill my time before something else comes along.
Maybe I'll get around to updating my blog, stranger things have happened . . .
Although I have enjoyed playing WoW for eighteen months or so it finally got too much. The grinding levels, the grinding gold, the grinding motes, the grinding resources, the . . . grinding. There was only so many level five warriors whispering me for help/gold/boost, tuxedoed gnomes dancing on the mailbox (often mercifully obscured by the draenai shaman parking his elephant) and endless platoons of gold sellers camped outside the auction house that I could stomach before I snapped.
I have been playing off and on for the last few weeks pretty much alone, begging the question why play a Massive Multiplayer game if all I do is quest by myself? Truth be told, I can happily play alone, questing and exploring and crafting to my hearts content, but this was different. I didn't really have a choice in the matter.
My hubby (instigator of my habit, and grinding/questing buddy) had given up the WoW ghost long before I got sick. Our guild of fairly jovial, helpful and chatty folk had uprooted themselves and made a new home on another server (namely Horde but I won't start dark side bashing) and out of the few of us left those with any sense left for raid guilds and never looked back. I however remained.
It is a sad thing, to watch something you saw grow and flourish, something you spend time nurturing and watering, crumble into slow death and disrepair. It is sadder however to watch to the bitter end and do nothing. Like any survivor must, I turned my back on the smoking husk and walked away . . .
. . . and I feel better for it.
And what of the future? Am I now to join the ranks of facile gossip hungry minions who crowd before the TV every night to absorb the mind numbing trash that passes for entertainment? Will I be made to care who won Big Brother, which celebrities are going to the jungle or who won this years' pointless media circus that dares to call itself a talent show?
Will I shite!
If you're looking for me this summer, try searching the vales of Hyboria where it is rumoured a band of warrior nomads are swathing a path of destruction under the watchful eye of King Conan.
The buxom mercenary with the bow in her hand might just look familiar . . .
