Sixty to Seventy – Reflections on the Post Post Progression Era

Back in June I wrote an entry entitled, “Zero to Sixty – Reflections on the Post Progression Era” [http://playlate.blogspot.com/2006/06/zero-to-sixty-reflections-on-post.html]. Rereading that post I realized I can't rewrite it for seventy. I'm a sap. I got emotional just rereading and remembering. Yet, the Via' of today is not the Via' of sixty . . . or even sixty-one. The James of today isn't the James of June 27^th, 2006 either.

How do I explain? That's the hard part. I could just fall back on my lyrical lines and alliterate approach [see?]. Yet, that would seem forced and fake. I could once again play the provocateur, but please . . . we've all seen that puppet show. So, now what?

“From the first time I saw a raptor to Hal’ and I backing away from a dragon in the The Swamp of Sorrows to the Un’Goro Crater and finally to realizing what the Dark Portal in The Blasted Lands represented within the mythology of the game . . . ”

It was only a few short weeks ago that I stood side-by-side with Hall' and Twink' as we walked through that Dark Portal into Hell . . . well, the Hellfire Peninsula. Twink' was instantly disconnected, leaving Hall' and I to explore those broken land alone [with two million other people]. It was only a few short days ago that I stood once again side-by-side with Twink' as I went from leveling to leveled. Both for me are very memorable bookends and once again my adventure that starts with Hall' ends with Twink' . . . I like the symmetry.

“Standing there . . . surveying the landscape I noticed something wrong with my interface. I scanned around the edges until I realized it was my experience bar . . it was now missing. The single most important indicator of my progression was gone! My thoughts were to how would I measure my success now?”

This time I watched as the experience bar disappeared off my interface, but this time there was no apprehension, only appreciation. Now, I could get back to doing what I love best . . helping others level. Isn't that ultimately the jorb of a warrior? Otherwise, I'll grind out my rep' or mats'. I'll quip and quibble in chat. I'll give out the obligatory 'grats' as others pass benchmarks. And, I'll be ViaMedia . . . dwarf, warrior, alchemist, herbalist, comic relief, bringer of the quick quip, provocateur, naked dwarf, friend to the weak and the wee, tour guide, guild officer, community member . . . and level 70.

Friend!—spoke Columbus—keep
Trust in a Genoese no more!
He always stares into the blue deep —
Is lured out there too far.

The strange is now dear to me!
Genoa, sank, waned into the sea—
Stay cold, heart! Hold the helm, hand!
Before me sea—and land?—and land? ——

We stand fast on our feet!
We can never return!
Out there, the beyond: from the distance to greet
Us with death, glory, fortune!

-Friedrich Nietzsche

The post formally known as . . .

O.K., here we go . . .

I've been exploring a lot lately ... not that, you sick bastards! I'm all man, baby! Dudes, what kind of sick twisted peeps are you that you imagine me on all fours taking it from behind by a big Swedish guy named Sven who keeps calling me Miss Loreta?

Errr . . . amyway . . .

Guys in the game, just like guys outside of the game, seem to be motivated by the same tune. If I, with skill, insult their manhood or question their sexuality ... they are more willing to bond and be of benefit.

Hall' says I should ask them about it, and I have. Funny thing is, it isn't a question they even understand. I asked Fel' about it and his response was, “Are you hitting on me?” . . . which is exactly the 'guy' response that I should expect. It's jokey and homophobic . . . and totally in the strike zone. My response was equally jokey and pseudo-homophobic [Not that there is anything wrong with that].

Now, I would never joke with a gal that way ... or even Twink. [not comparing you to a gal, Twink ... your just more high-brow in my opinion.]. There seems to be a guydar about it. Fel' and Syl' and others are fair game. Twink and Clive are not.

The point is this . . . leadership is an odd thing . . . and seems to be gender based in some specifics. I can get more out of some gals with praise and more out of some guys with insults. I am not sure why. Yet, I know it is the case. I know I pick the 'voice' based on the person.

Leadership is knowing your audience.

The Week of Playing Dangerously . . .

Ding, for 68!

Driving to the home of my professor/mentor/friend/comrade-in-arms and on the phone to my dear mother, she says, “You need to get out and socialize.” I try to explain, but I cannot. How can you? I'm on my way to spend an evening with four people [Hall', Twink', Clive' and Aka'] who I have spent more time with virtually than actually. How do I explain my week started with Twink' visiting me and sitting next to me for over 10 hours with us both staring into the panes of our respective laptops where we stood side-by-side? How can I explain my week ended with hours at Hall's house with us all of us sitting in the same room, but standing in Black Rock Depths?

I have consumed the content of Hell', the Marsh, and the Forest. From the moment I walked through the Dark Portal to now, I have swapped out all my gear and added 8 levels of skill. I have run three separate instances multiple times. I've watched relationship turn upside down and been strengthened. With all of it has come more and more responsibility to those who have not.

Tonight, Felison asked me for help. I said, as a joke, “I preferred it when you babysat me.” His response was quick and quite honest, I believe, “So did I”. More than anyone, Feli' taught me how to be a Warrior. As I worked with Aka', what I mostly taught was what Feli' had taught me. Yet, here I am . . . mentoring my mentor. And every “Thanks!!!!” he gives me I scan for sarcasm . . .yet, I don't think there is any.

Driving from Hall's to Twink's hotel, we are discussing how pervasive WOW is in our lives. Did I mention it is 1am? My phone rings. It is Fell' calling to ask me where to find something in Nagrand. And I know what he is talking about and direct him accordingly. When I get home . .. did I mention it is 2am? . .. he hasn't gotten there yet. So, I adventure with him and get him the chest buff. Then . . . did I mention it is 3am? . . . the east coasters start to log in and next thing I know I am in a new instance. Pervasive? Hellfire and damnation, maybe obsessive!

Backing up a couple hours . . . I walk into Hall's and do the meet and greet. Clive' and I do the stutter handshake/hug that guys do these days. Not sure how intimate to be. Dammit, I should have hugged the man! I have fought and died with him enough times, yet I spoke with him more that night than in all the times I've met him. My affections for these folks run deeper than I like to admit. Clive', Hall', Aka' and Twink' bring me nothing but joy . . . wiping the enemies or them wiping us . . . I'm happy enough to kill or die with my people.

Before this turns to mush and slither, let me reveal, there is a point. My virtual relationship mean something to me. They might mean more to me than my actual relationships. I've known DoubleE longer than any of those listed above . . . at least three years. I've known Twink' for over a year. Yet, Eric? I've only met him a handful of times.

I've known LindaX for a couple years now. The first time I met her was in newsgroups. We spared. Unlike most of my professors, she was quick and witty and willing and wielded her writing instrument well. I've met her meat puppet a number of times . . . and . . . well . . . she can intimidate or irritate me. She is the master of mysteries that . . . well . . . remain mysteries to me. Yet, Hallgrima and Saami are my comrades-in-arms and not for a single moment have I ever felt other than a espirit de corps with them [her].

I'm level 68 now. I have consumed the content of three new lands. My friends . . . who I look to guide me... look to me to guide them. I've lead my first three instances . . . and I HATE leading. I get requests for this and that and to go here and there . . . and . . . yet . . dammit . . O.K. . . . I'll be honest . . . I love it! Questing from question marks doesn't compel me . . . instead, guiding guiladies and guildudes does. My people . . . Hall', Twink, Clive', Aka', Owl, Feli', Nemi'kins, Bany'kins, Cy', and . . . so many more . . . are who and what matters to me.

I don't know Eric and LindaX near as well as Twink' and Hallgrima. I sometimes think I don't know James as well as ViaMedia. What does that mean? And . . . am I the only one who thinks and feels this way?