Now, I've been addicted to games; I am still a refugee from Everquest, every time I think about it, I get all warm and fuzzy inside. Not like that, like…some kind of mix of pure ecstasy and real extacy, which in turn reminds me of my raving days, which in turn…never mind.
To say that I'm addicted to World of Warcraft would be an understatement. I'm sitting here at work, talking with Yankee (Alpine in WoW) about how cool the game is. I'm attempting to find a way to extract pure World of Warcraft juice from my computer and inject it into every vein of my body.
I want to bleed the colors of the Alliance. I want to bask in victory over the vanquished horde. I want someone to unplug me. See, I have some social things I'd like to attend to, and WoW happens to be hampering that.
I know you're all thinking "Boy, he just needs to not sit down at his computer" or some asinine thing like that. You see it's just not that simple. My routine goes as follows: Get home, attend to the personal hygiene issue of the afternoon, sit down at my computer to check the e-mail, then the unexpected happens.
Have you seen Akira? If not, lets just say that some little kid loses control of his body and starts to grow and grow and assimilate everything in his path. Now picture a chair doing this and you have the general idea of what goes on when I sit down in front of my computer. My posterior and lumbar region become somehow fused with my seat, my door slams shut, my windows black out, and WoW opens by itself. Odd you say? I thought this was part of the collectors edition.
Talk about fucking immersion.
So what do I need? A laser blast from Kaneda's cannon? A messianic return of pure energy corporeally portrayed by a young boy? A brown out? Yes, if you can provide any of the above, send me e-mail, phone calls, or anything you can to peel me off of my chair.
Your assistance is appreciated.
