I succumbed to the battle to win the war and we finally purchased WoW. Yes, I willingly, knowingly and volunteer-ily let Mr. D bail off the cliff, head first, into the wallowing depths of World of Warcraft.
As the salesman at CompUSA so cheerily put it ...
Hi! My name is Sam and I've been WoW-free for the past six months. I tried three times to fully quit and each time I let myself slip back into the game to be able to chat with my friends. This is my fourth go round. It got to the point that when people yelled at me during the game that it would ruin my entire day.
Little sister R thinks I'm crazy. 'You'll never see him again!' she cried. 'You don't understand! That game is like crack cocaine. If you don't believe me just talk to my roommate, she won't even let me play!' That's the thing, Mr. D is on swing shift and it's either WoW, a new prescription to cable or satellite, late night colonic infomercials or porn! Since I'm already asleep when he's playing WoW just seemed like the safer choice.
I looked at the material in hopes of possibly playing together when he's deployed in June and *gulp* it looks scary, deep and over-my-head complicated. I'm the Crash Bandicott and Mario Bros kind of girl, not the multi-RPG super-power tricked-out-pet crash! bang! boom! kind of game. It's so grrrrr! frustrating! I can multi-task the hell out of an office or party planning or surprise throwing or holiday fun but I can't master a stupid game. Well perhaps I'll get a wii and show him how girls rock Legos Star Wars!
