I didn’t play Rift, or anything else last night. Last night I drank a lot of vodka, ate junk food, and cried. We watched Poltergeist on TV. Sometimes you just have to cocoon.
I keep hoping that things are going to get better – this recession can’t last forever, right? And yet, petrol keeps going up, food gets more expensive, and there seem to be no jobs at all. I can’t see a way to get out of the financial hole that we’re in.
This is part of the reason I game so much (and why I’ve always been such a heavy reader as well). I want to be elsewhere, and be someone else – I want the fantasy. I want to be able to actually make a difference, rather than pushing papers, analysing data, and creating web businesses for someone else’s big dreams. Nothing is clean, nothing is amazing, nothing is black and white.
“You are our very own hero! Can you take your big sword and go kill ten of these bad guys who are destroying our crops and waggling their beetling brows at our women? We will reward you with a green item of moderate value and a small amount of silver.”
Give me some black and white. Give me an epic quest. Give me fantasy.