Whenever I’m out in the world late at night, seemingly by myself, I often lose myself in my thoughts… life’s mysteries and everything I have experienced and life. I think about how impactful some of these experiences have been to the person I am today.
I have fond memories of this game from my younger years when everything was fresh and exciting, and countless of my real life friends played. And we all played together.
Now, I am one of the last ones remaining. It’s been many years, really…
We grew up and grew apart. Life just had different things in store for us, and a couple of us didn’t make it at all.
So, nostalgia-drunk, I wander these familiar paths in the night, on my own now, with a lump in my throat, as I hear the wonderful soundtracks to Dun Morogh, The Barrens or even Desolace ring out, when I spot another player running around.
Gleefully, I /salute this strange looking human wearing a level 30ish leather cap that makes him look… well, I suppose you could say he looks a little “slow”… which is why I do not immediately take it personally when he ignores my little interaction with him.
“Hello friend! Wanna group up for this quest?”, I ask him. No reply. I feel a bit bad with my next move, but I throw him an unsolicited [invite], but that, too, fades away, as he ignores it.
So I observe him in silence for a couple of minutes and realise that this isn’t the friend that I subconsciously have been praying to find. A fellow man driven with a crippling addiction to the feeling of nostalgia, melancholy and even sadness. After all, isn’t feeling something better than feeling nothing at all?
But I digress…
No, not only is this not my new friend, my saviour. It isn’t even a player. It’s a robot. A soulless drone programmed to farm the world for the profit of someone who doesn’t care about fellow man and the wonderful companionship that many of us have forged. The brotherhood making us laugh and cry, through thick and thin… NOTHING MATTERS TO THIS ROBOT AND ITS MASTER!
Well… nothing except for gold, purple items and the destruction that its ultimate master, Greed, brings.
So, I simply walk on… alone, yes. But not defeated. I hold my head high and dream that Blizzard some day will step into the role as the “friend” that I, and indeed many others, have been seeking… longing for, for a very long time now.
Ack… I’m getting ahead of myself here, my apologies…
But, my friends! Listen to me… I managed to simply move on without doing anything other than reporting this unsettling bot disguised as a human in a just as unsettling leather cap. I did this because I still have hope.
My friends… we can lose a lot in life and miss out on many things that we desire. But the only way you can lose everything is if you lose hope!
A wise man once said that he could sum up his lesson about life in three words: “It goes on”.
And to supplement to those powerful words, I say to you, dear reader: “Never give up”.
Thank you for reading.