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I played a bit of EverQuest again tonight, got Giltaagin to level 30. This had always seemed an impossible thing, and not much farther away than level 50 or 60 (the upper cap). I cancelled my account (again) there, although I'll still be able to play until the billing cycle rolls around. I don't know when that'll be, but I doubt I'll be playing. Dark Age of Camelot has been eating my free time, and well, many of my friends are there.
While I was in EQ tonight, I talked with a friend of mine who I've known through the game for about two and a half years. We had a good chat, and that has only amplified my nostalgic bent... I also discovered that she knows much more about me than I her, and that her conversational memory is far better than mine. I miss the early days, when we were first all figuring out the world, and it held so much mystery. For some reason, DAoC doesn't seem to have as much of that. Perhaps I'm just figuring it out quicker... I don't know. Those days are gone forever, though. That alone is painful.
It may seem silly to many of my dear readers that I am feeling such sorrow over quitting a video game. However, I spent a great deal of time with these friends, and like any other social context, the loss of it is jarring. I haven't played EQ much at all since, well, since I started playing WWII Online, I guess, which would be June. However the icon has lurked on my desktop all this time. I have strong memories attached to that little postage stamp of pixels.
Perhaps it's because when I last quit EQ, my life took a large turn for the worse... I don't know. That's not going to happen this time, as things are pretty stable, if hectic, now.
Either way, I'm sorry to be quitting this game.
While I was in EQ tonight, I talked with a friend of mine who I've known through the game for about two and a half years. We had a good chat, and that has only amplified my nostalgic bent... I also discovered that she knows much more about me than I her, and that her conversational memory is far better than mine. I miss the early days, when we were first all figuring out the world, and it held so much mystery. For some reason, DAoC doesn't seem to have as much of that. Perhaps I'm just figuring it out quicker... I don't know. Those days are gone forever, though. That alone is painful.
It may seem silly to many of my dear readers that I am feeling such sorrow over quitting a video game. However, I spent a great deal of time with these friends, and like any other social context, the loss of it is jarring. I haven't played EQ much at all since, well, since I started playing WWII Online, I guess, which would be June. However the icon has lurked on my desktop all this time. I have strong memories attached to that little postage stamp of pixels.
Perhaps it's because when I last quit EQ, my life took a large turn for the worse... I don't know. That's not going to happen this time, as things are pretty stable, if hectic, now.
Either way, I'm sorry to be quitting this game.
