In the 4 days we had off work this weekend, we played WoW, hosted a dinner party, played more WoW, watched Shutter Island, then Played more WoW. In those 4 days I realized something, when you can’t get gold from the auction house (because trial games can’t auction stuff) you do anything for some gold. I have even found myself taking quests that no sane person would accept. While capped at lvl 20 (the trial level cap really sucks), off I went to slay 12 lvl 24 murlocks and kill their lvl 27 boss…in I charged, guns blazing, pet wolf foaming with anticipation….and I died…. a lot. No really, I’m talking like 25 times in less than an hour. This was when I realized it, that only reason I even attempted the quest was because it came with a 1g 50s reward….ug, I am such a prostitute…..
Then I got to thinking, aren’t we all just prostitutes? Gamers specifically, if you play RPGs, off you go, running all over the game world delivering mail for some low level cluster of pixels because he has other things to do. Oh, wait, while I was going that for you, your daughter was kidnapped, no problem, I’ll go get her (for a moderate sum.) You need me to go get some strange plant from a far off land, and in exchange you’ll give me your old pair of boots? You got it! need your knob polished….ok, but only if I get a new shiny set of armor out of it….
Oh, but you play racing games, nothing can be hoe-ish about that…. alright, you know you burned a permanent image into your eyes while racing those endurance races in Forza 2. 45 laps, all by yourself, why? Because you didn’t want to split the pot with some AI driver, no you wanted it all to yourself, and your back hasn’t felt the same from being hunched over, absorbed in the game, knowing that even one mistake meant busting your car up beyond repair, destroying of all the past 2 hours of work….nope, nothing like sacrificing your real world body for some virtual currency.
Now you Shooter fans….the worst of all of us, devote your time, attention, and your nerves to keep peak performance taking on the biggest and badest people and creatures in the galaxy just to get to the next level.
Yes, this is like the prostitute calling the slut a whore, but honestly, this is what I see as the truth….meaning, if anyone needs me to run a few letters around to random people (preferably people with exclamation points hovering over their heads so I can identify them), pick some random plants from the middle of the woods, or go kill some fierce creature (like a cow or lama), or even go beat up some "evil" goth/emo kid in exchange for a fair sized bag of gold and some kick ass leather boots, I’m totally your guy.
I also saw this online and couldn’t help but laugh hysterically picturing myself, my sister and my dad doing this exact same thing.
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