Archives for June 2009

Drastic Perspective Change

This is so funny to me. T and I played Warcraft last night with the friend I talked about in the last entry. He finally got his headphones to work, so we actually spoke with him–which amazes me. I know, I know. VOIP is an established thing. Still amazing.

We found out he's 14.

And now I'm not as keen to play with him. We're old enough to be his parents. Or, as Thomas helpfully pointed out, possibly even his grandparents. (That's a stretch.) We never actually told him our ages, but T asked questions like, "Do your parents mind you playing", etc. Obviously "old man" questions.

So funny. He was so much like my nephew was at that age, down to the really lame joke he told.

I kinda don't think this is what my therapist had in mind when she wanted me to broaden my circle of friends.

Real People in a Simulated World

Last night I actually interacted at length with a real person while playing World of Warcraft. Seriously! Thomas and I have played with a coworker of his, but this was someone I've never met IRL before. I met him Monday night when I was getting killed about 8 times by ravagers, but I was barely civil, because, um, GETTING KILLED ABOUT 8 TIMES BY FREAKIN' RAVAGERS. Plus it was getting late and I was trying to wrap it up. Thomas had started over as a night elf and was leveling up to meet me somewhere.

So last night, Thomas was adventuring with two people he'd met (and whom I'm joining tonight, because they need a healer–I'm an 11th level draenei shaman). This guy messages me again, asking me if I'm still getting killed. I was in the midst of cleaning out a cave full of wrathscale nagas, and having a pretty easy job of it, so I was able to chat some. He's a couple of levels above me, also a draenei shaman, and has played for a couple of years. He ended up helping me find a jewelcrafter trainer in the Exodar so I could gain that profession, and gave me some scrolls.

I was proud of myself for interacting, but it's more stressful than just playing. T said the same thing when he came upstairs to check on me. All in all, I think my therapist might approve.

Hey, it's not like I'm Codex.