I quit!

Yep. That’s right. I totally quit my job last week.

I had five years of living the dream before ditching for a nightmare. You’d think that was a backwards way to live life. You might be right but a boy’s gotta do what a boy’s gotta do and when a hot chick makes an offer you can’t refuse. Know what I mean?

So, yeah, I landed in the city where dreams are made and, maybe, destroyed yesterday. I’m still not settled but I think I got a place to crash. Thanks for the poke Dav – sorry it took a day or so to actually get something up here but I had to find me some wireless. Man, I’m fucking excited to be here. I still can’t believe it. I mean how in the hell did this happen. Out of all the people out there… me. That makes no sense but damn I’m good. Go me.

I know lotsa folks, mountain boy in particular, are a bit “concerned” about my “influence” and “unsure” of my “intent”. Whatever dudes. At least I’m not some fucking moody ass freak with a hidden agenda like someone I know. Yep. I said it. What’s he gonna do? Go psycho? Cry like a little girl? Beg for protection? Yeah, that’d be different.

Max is a bit pissed off by this whole thing. Not because he thinks I shouldn’t be here helping her out, but cause I’d totally recruited him for the Madlands project. WTF dude it’s not like I ain’t gonna be around just cause I’m on the other side of the damn country. Shit, just close my eyes and there I am, you know. And it’s not like the crap we learn there won’t really help me out here. Ok, so maybe it won’t help but it certainly ain’t gonna hurt.

Phase one kinda an into a problem. I wanted to make it up to the mountains to get a good look at everything. I mean it’s not like I can just zoom out or anything so that seemed like the place to go. Buncha wusses wouldn’t go up there with me and, yeah, I’m too much a wuss to head up there on my own. So Max and I went up to the top of the highest building we could find that seemed reasonably safe. It was totally questionable though which rocked. Seriously. Death waiting for you on every floor. Boo.

We divided the place up into about 8 different neighborhoods. He’s working on a map  cause his memory is better than mine. I’ll throw it up on the wall of dreams as soon as he sends it my way. It’s a lot bigger than I really remembered. I’m not all that sure of how to go about mapping it out in a bit more detail. Max wants to hit up the city center first. I dunno. Course I wanna do the harbor area which is just a suicide mission until we level up or some shit. I hate grinding.

So this connection sucks so I should post it before losing it. More later.

Holy crap! I can’t believe I’m here. Unfuckingreal.

The Madlands: First things First

OK. So last post I was all Time To Play The Fucking Game and it totally is. I’m fucking ready. I’m also fucking pissed off. I know it’s been close to a year and all. It’s more like six months, but lets say a year cause it doesn’t sound quite so pathetic. I haven’t moved. I haven’t done shit. But somehow I lost the notebook that I used to record so much of this crap. It’s nowhere. I know it’s not a big deal but I really wish I had stuff from before I knew what was going on and from when I was looking at the world with as a gamer and not some crazy ass cat trying to cuddle up in some chicks lap.

Yes. I said cuddle. You gotta play the game my friend.

So. Yeah. Where was I. The world. The Madlands. Yep. That’s what I called it back then and what I’m gonna call it now. And this blog is gonna be me figuring it out how to play it. It’s not about making it anymore. It’s about surviving it. (note to self: I really need a better tag line than that if I ever do make this thing)

First things first. Get my bearings. Start off big. None of that detail crap.

Second things second. Figure out my inventory. What do I got and what do I need.

Third things third. Zoom in. Check out the place. This is the time for some details.

Fourth things fourth. Join a guild. This is pretty much done. I are a cat. Meow. But I need to get a better grasp of who is in the guild and what they can do for me and I for them. What are the strengths. The weaknesses. Do we got ourselves a mage? A tank? Who’s who and all that crap.

Fifth things fifth. Stalk the baddies.

Sixth things sixth. Take em out.

Seventh things seventh. Kill the boss.

Eighth things eighth. Split the spoils. Need before greed and all that.

Repeat as necessary.

Shit it’s been too long since I’ve been on a raid. What am I missing? That sounds way too easy.

Tonight… first things first.

A year of lurking in hell

Yep. I’m coming up on the year mark in just a couple weeks. Hard to believe, that. I didn’t even realize it until tonight when I hooked up with a dude I used to work with. He quit in March before I had any clue what was going on and when I thought I was just obsessed with this game stuck in my head. I was trying to talk him into doing the graphics for me. He was wondering what the fuck ever came of it or if it was just another one of my big plans to take over the game industry that died after I realized it was just the same old bullshit in a different wrapper.

It got me to thinking about everything that’s gone on in the past year. I think I hit on this in the last post, but I’ve gotten myself all wrapped up in the drama. How in the hell that happened is beyond me.

I know this shit ain’t a game but that doesn’t change that I am who I am. I think best and do best when theres a controller in my hands. I’ve always approached my life like it was some sort of crazy RPG. Gotta do the grind. Need more cash. Get more skills. I don’t know what kind of gamer I am, but I obsess and optimize. I figure shit out. I know the levels. I never do the same thing twice cause there’s always a better way.

For the past however many months I’ve been sitting in clan chat bitching that the game sucks ass. That’s not how I play, so why the fuck am I doing it?

It’s time for a plan. It’s time to get back to mapping out the damn level. It’s time to figure out the enemies and prepare for the raid.

It’s time to play the fucking game.