I was driving through the company grounds this morning, which happens to be landscaped with native (i.e. restored) Wisconsin prairie grass and other native (i.e. restored) plants and it looked rather odd.
I wondered what was wrong with the landscape and then it dawned on me– there were no prairie wolves, plainstriders, swoops, or mountain cougars in sight. Which was OK, because then I realized I didn’t have a mace and I wasn’t even sure my mace was in fully-repaired condition.
My roommate has already been teasing me about my addiction. The first sign of an addiction is that your jaw clenches involuntarily when someone suggests that you might be an addict. You try to joke about it, but your voice takes on a shrill, whiny tone as you say something like “I can stop any time I want to!”
I’m not saying she might be right, but from the *outside* it might look like dependency. My hands always shake like this in the morning.
I have been playing a new character since Wednesday evening, Montanni the Tauren warrior. He is already up to level 8, but my addled mind keeps thinking that he isn’t levelling fast enough. I tried to join up with my party members, who were at 12th and 15th, and just couldn’t manage to keep pace, as I was retrieving my corpse every two seconds and running from hyenas a lot.
So I will finish doing some baby warrior preparation quests and catch up with them again in a few days when I am tougher and meaner.
It’s funny, though, how “must level faster” sounds a lot like “must snort another line.” They have the same sort of cadence, don’t you think?