I was going to go pick it up thursday night, but well, Bond movie. Priorities people. It's got sweet Olga whatsername in it too. From sweet sweet, okay awful, Hitman. She looks all spanish-ified in it, which is borderline creepy, but I can deal. So any reunion between me and utter nerdom will have to wait afew days. As I've said many a time, or many times, I probably won't be back to playing until Jan, as I'll be gone most of Dec. (TOKYO HEYO)
My interests have definitely changed over the past few months, and I'm not really sure I'll ever play much again. I don't really expect people to understand or relate, but I spend most of my time on other interests. The financial world craziness is a moderate distraction, but honestly doesn't prohibit my playing -- it's just lack of interest. I mostly miss being stupid with my friends and talking shit to baddies. And coming up with sweet arena team names.
That's really the point isn't it. Nobody was really into arena because it was fun and less nerdy than slaying dargons. It was about thugging pure and simple. While PvErs were theorycrafting DPS rotations and optimizing consumables, we were talking about going balls deep on some sucks. WAY TO LOSE LOCK/PRIEST VS MAGE PRIEST. BAD BAD BADBADBADBAD. PvP was a celebration of other's incompetence and mediocrity. We might all come from different backgrounds. From good countries like the US of Awesome or GodCanada to bad places like Peru or Chingchongchina, but it didn't matter, we came together (ew gross) to expose bads or those terribads carried by semibads or semibads in denial of their secret inner badness. That's what I miss anyways.
In finance, you just don't get to shit on people as hard as you do online, unless they were Lehman or something. You can take their money, fuck their girlfriends and tell them to kill themselves, but it's not as good as calling them BAD. In the real world, you can always get a new job, a new girlfriend, get your wrists stitched back up, but in a video game, if you're truly BAD, you're BAD forever. Practice doesn't fix BAD. Nor do better teammates. Or a better class. Or winning a lot. Or winning tournaments or titles, you're always still BAD. The true ethugs know the BADs when they seem 'em.
Can our culture survive? What will we do?
Talk to normal girls? Provide some benefit to society instead of leeching from "peasant status" taxpayers who we obsess about being better than?
I don't know. I just want to call baddies bad and tell girls "no ass? thanks i'll pass." What the fuck.