And another one is taken out by the podcast of evil!
C’mon, I can’t be the only one to notice that, shortly after appearing on the Sidhe Devils Gone Wild podcast, previously prolific and active bloggers mysteriously withdraw from the public eye, becoming secretive and reclusive, only appearing in public behind hooded cloaks, granting interviews from behind privacy screens and speaking in frightened, raspy whispers.
It’s the curse of the podcast, and beware, or it may get you too!
The truth is, after appearing on the podcast, one’s features take on a certain… ursine tinge. Hair begins sprouting in unlikely (and unsightly) places. One’s nose becomes black and cold, and you develop an unnatural affinity for bees… and fresh salmon.
Actually, that sounds a little like Hobbes’kins Disease to me. Except for the bees.
Seriously, though, enthusiasms do go in cycles. One of the few things you can take for granted is that eventually every blogger is going to tire of WoW and move on to other interests in life.
It’s very sad when someone you come to think of as a friend through their writing becomes absent. You miss them. But eventually, you just have to let them go, happy in the knowledge they are in a better place. Or at least, somewhere else, and you hope it’s not prison.
Unless you’re a BRK fanboy, in which case you stalk him wherever he goes, for the rest of his life. The Hunter becomes the hunted, and don’t we all love a little irony in our lives?
In the case of our happy little group, Ratshag lives on in our hearts (and the guild), as does Jess. Well, okay, Jess doesn’t live on in the guild, but one hopes her Sim does. Bre is still playing when she can, but the little kicker is taking a whole lot out of her. And Dechion… well, Dechion seems to be feeling a whole lot of boredom going on lately. He wants new stuffs, and he wants ’em Naow!
What is the common thread here, really?
Real life came first… and wouldn’t you really hope it would?
I know I hope that the people whose writing I enjoy are mature enough to recognise when it’s time to step away from the game, whether for a little while or forever, and when it happens, yes, sadness, but also a reaffirmation that they’re people to respect for making healthy choices for themselves.
When Phaelia left the blogging and WoW worlds, it came as a shock to me. She was my blogging rock, the best and brightest among us, at least in my eyes.
In many ways, I think she once again showed herself to be the best and brightest when she decided it was time to move on and focus on the happiness and joy that was soon to come into her life.
For myself, I think I’m the odd one out. Maybe I’m crazy, but I just keep finding too many things I’d like to do in the game, rather than too few.
I keep expecting one day to wake up and wonder what the hell I’m doing… and each night, I find myself excited to log in to do one of the many, many things I’ve got going on. I want to do them all, and right now.
The anticipation of Patch 3.3 has certainly affected what I’m doing, but it’s not making me log in less.
Instead, I find myself enjoying all of my alts, a little of this one, a little of that one. Levels gained will be unaffected by patches, and time played in old style Azeroth will someday soon become a thing that can never be regained.
I am keeping my characters scattered across the level ranges, for when Cataclysm someday comes.
I’ll have characters in the 20-30 range, 40-60, and 70+. I’m even thinking Goblin Warlock in Cataclysm, so that would be 1+ right there. No matter what happens, someone, somewhere is going to have fun seeing it with new eyes.
For my main characters, I’m trying to make sure each one is solid for 5 mans and instances, but I’m doing it mostly through reputation gains and drops.
My emblems of conquest go not for upgrades of leather, but instead for Bind on Account Heirlooms… the gifts that keep on giving for alt fanatics everywhere.
Just last night, 40 Emblems of Conquest went towards, not new tanking legs for Windshadow, but a nice shiny Plate DPS chestpiece.
I swear to God, sooner or later I’m going to break through this wall I have keeping me from playing a warrior.
Until then, I’ve got a little baby Draenei Paladin that’s going Ret, just dinged level 10 last night, and having shoulders, chest and one handed sword and shield in the early levels is a hoot.
His name is Bearwall. I expect big things from him.
And then my Rogue is level 47, and I’ve got a Mage somewhere around here, and a Troll Hunter, and a Tauren Druid, my level 80 Tauren Paladin in Blood Elf disguise, and my Hunter and Druid mains, and Hodir and Argent Tournament, and crafting and….
Yeah, maybe I’m the one that needs an intervention. But I still love this damn game!
My problem ain’t finding something to do.. my problem is figuring out who the hell to log into today, out of hundreds of options!
For all those that have the wisdom to follow your heart, I salute you!
I miss you all terribly, but life does move on.
Well, except for me.