My Mother-in-Law, my dear ball-bustin', wood cutting, bear hunting, ocean fishin', gardening, mill working turned gamer obsessed MIL called me a WoWhead! (In her defense the woman taking lessons from me this week on how to "steer" her very nice and brand spankin' XPS DELL laptop topped out for her gaming obsessions can run nearly neck and neck with teenage boys at a game played daily by millions of people. World of Warcraft or WoW. On her last visit in the fall, when she'd already been mired up to her pretty neck in it, my kid sis Roo threatened me with bodily harm if I crossed over to the dark side and played with THEM. And by them she meant all the lack of sleep, butt sore, WoW obsessed people that live, eat and breathe the game. Anyone remember the conversation I had with the CompUSA geek when we purchased the software?
All I can say is: I'm sorry Roo. In efforts to bound with MIL (can I blame it on that?) I dipped my toe into the waters. And have subsequently spent the last two weekends being up 'til 2 or 3am multiples with it.
It started with this innocent looking character I created:
But I think I got called a WoW head when MIL woke up yesterday to discovered I created the next little fellow, without assistance and had leveled him almost even with Greet. Huge feat and a sign that the addiction was creeping in. Yes, I said him. The game let's you be a girl or boy. Boy's like to have a least one girl character cause they can trick boys into giving them free crap. I wanted to by a boy since (a) I've always been upset cause I can't pee standing up and (b) why do the boys get to have all the fun?
One of the only good things with the MIL leaving in mid-August is that we'll be back to one laptop and I'll have to share with Mr. D. I can't be ignoring my hooking, I think I can hear my yarn crying from the corner of the living room. Please play with me! I want to make things too!
