Till death or gaming do us (part 2)

Reoh | 1 February 2010 | Comments off
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Penned by the hand of Sassy

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At the end of the last session, we’d gotten off the newbie island of Queen’s Colony and managed to find the Old Guard guild hall.At the end of the last session, we’d gotten off the newbie island of Queen’s Colony and managed to find the Old Guard guild hall. Once there, we took a tour and, again, the differences in us and our approach to gaming were plain to see. He hurried through the guild hall, running from room to room, until he discovered the portal room and POOF he was gone. However, his level 10 dwarf fighter found himself as lunch for a level 45 alligator in Sinking Sands. The portal room, you see, contains bells, druid portals, teleporters and floating carpets all used to take you quickly to different areas in the world of Norrath – few of which, as demonstrated, were newbie safe.


The Older Gamer's Feasthall.

I, on the other hand wandered through the guildhall, looking at everything, fascinated at how things were constructed, astounded at the resourcefulness of the guild decorators. The fish tank just off the main room are amazing, constructed of tables, counters and mirrors. In the alter room is an incredible pipe organ! The organ is made of candles, portraits, sconces and wine racks. The dining hall and kitchen areas left no details untouched. I have to say it all made me even more excited to get started on a crafter!

After reviving, guided by chuckling guild members, he found his way back to the guildhall and we met up once again, deciding to start our “grown up” adventuring in Antonia, just outside the gates of Qeynos.

Our initial plan didn’t survive five minutes, however. I was reading the information on the two quests we just picked up, when I look up and realise that he’s is nowhere in sight. *sigh* So began the endless repeating of “where did you go now?” He returned to me and soon /follow overruled any thoughts of a casual day of questing.


The fish tank off the main room in the Guild Hall.

Off he ran with me tailing him; the hack and slash was underway. For the next two hours I did nothing but heal and loot, heal and loot. My weapons never bit into the skin of a single critter, never glistened with blood -hell they never even became unsheathed! My F1 and F2 keys, however, were destined to be replaced from that instant.

Once my bags were full, we headed back to the Guild Hall to sell off our bounty. It was in this moment I realized he'd discovered the broker and that game life as I knew it was gone. He would be transfixed for hours!


In the alter room is an incredible pipe organ!

Let me explain: when it comes to shopping our stereotypical roles are reversed. I HATE shopping - I mean absolutely hate it. Let me explain: when it comes to shopping our stereotypical roles are reversed. I HATE shopping - I mean absolutely hate it. I hate roaming the malls to browse; what a waste of a perfect day! If and when I am forced, out of necessity, to go shopping, I have my list in hand, get exactly what I need in the most time-efficient manner possible and get the hell out. He on the other hand LOVES it. He’ll spend hour upon hour browsing, testing, comparing, and feeling everything! He’ll go to the store with a list of three or four things and return home with bag upon bag of stuff we really don’t need. And then he had to discovered the in-game Broker…

I realised at that point that it was probably a good time to start that crafter.

Till next time…

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