The End of the World


Toebee does rehab from cybaddiction.

So it was 10:30 PM, exactly 2.5 hours past the point I had said that I wanted to be home. That in itself is nothing new, but I noticed that for the third week in a row this behavior kept creeping back every other day.

So I decided to say goodbye to the World (of Warcraft)

This was, and still is no easy choice. I love this...thing. But I also love games, and WoW clearly poisoned, stabbed and outtricked all my other digital concubines, taking up all my time and money... Okay, maybe not all my money, I played for a costless free month. If you ignore the initial price of the box.

If there was an offline version that just let me run through the world, I'd gladly do that. But racing after my ever-stronger amigos, repeating my ever-tiresome chores and repairing my ever-failing equipment, I noticed that I had to play the game just to be able to play the game.

Maybe I'll be back some day, who knows. It's up to Blizzard to keep my alter ego in stasis. If they want to make money with me I hope they keep it frozen.

Posted: Wed - March 30, 2005 at 07:53 PM         |

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