They live in my head
Posted on | October 11, 2007 | 1 Comment
Work has been very busy for me the last couple of weeks as we rush toward yet another quarterly earnings period. All I feel like doing at the end of the day is coming home to collapse and… play World of Warcraft. I don’t get to do much of that, but even 30-45 minutes of playing makes me happy.
My highest level character is Saira, Lvl 20 Night Elf Druid, but she is coming along nicely. In order to not have her stop and return to a major city while she’s out running around killing stuff, I created an “auction house alt” character on the same server, in the human city (more people to buy stuff.) Saira mails her stuff to Noani, Noani sells it, and sends Saira the money. But… I kind of like Noani, too. So I’ve been running her every now and then. She’s a straight-up fighter, and nothing is more relaxing after a long workday than being able to bash things over the head.
Because I’m a writer, and everything must have a story, I made up a little tale for Noani and Saira in which lofty lvl 20 Saira offers to pay for Noani’s training in exchange for her services as merchant. I even wrote notes through the in-game postal service between the two characters as they finalized their business relationship. Saira will pay for training, not for gear, Noani can keep 10% of sales, etc. Noani is still wide-eyed and wet behind the ears, and Saira occasionally sends her snippets of advice.
David’s reaction to all of this was, “You are really sick, you know that?”
What can I say? Everything MUST HAVE A STORY. Even my WoW characters. I’ve started taking screencaps of sites in the game that I find particularly beautiful, like the sunset over the ocean as seen from Auberdine, in Darkshore – with my characters posing for their glamour shots, of course. As soon as I have more than ten screencaps for each character, I’m going to put a WoW photo album up.
I haven’t told David this yet. Maybe he won’t find out.
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November 13th, 2007 @ 8:34 pm
Then again, maybe I *will* find out.
I might even send you a few snapshots of Richelle.