Is it just me or when you see the little bastards running
around – possibility stabbing you in the back, don’t you just
want to kill them? It’s like having an entire sheet of bubble wrap
waiting for you to pop it. I think the only fair thing to do is for Blizzard
to release a small race sometime in the future – so the Alliance
can know the joy of popping bubbles.
Anyone remember Oregon
Trail – it was an awesome game for the old Apple II.
In Honor of this Great game - Mark, I challenge you to the ULIMATE Oregon
Trail Challenge. But be warned, your efforts will be fruitless. I shall
be the first to the Promised land of Oregon and reap its beautiful lush
bounty.
- Marie-Claire
No actual Gnomes were hurt in
the making of this comic. one midget may have been shaven.
Well, the website
is now improved enough so that I might force upon you some verbose thinkings.
Who is writing this text you now read? Good question, if you find out
let me know. I, as with others
follow the quixotic geek lifestyle. One might find me diving into a single
player strategy game, at Tycho'ssuggestion,
something with a bit of primitive survival, or even playing some Trolls
and Flame Wars over with the friends
at Board
Game Geek. In any event, I am some sort of… contributor,
editor, pseudo eye-candy around these parts, but that does not mean I
am an authority or anything. I bow down to Kyle's mercantile WOW
skills.
When World of Warcraft first came out I was all up ons to play. And then
delays hit the stores and supply was less than demand. I turned to E-bay
and its fellows only to find that Economic law had once again slammed
the foot of its price level hard upon my pocketbook. In weary lamentation,
I waited. Others waited longer than I, of course. I had dems connections
in the industry and waited a scant day to get my 1 year later much used
and over-loved copy.
And once I had that copy I became a racist. It wasn’t the color
of their skin that so offended me. Neither was it their particular economic
outlook. Certainly, they grow up to be a few, definable careers because
that is all they can ever expect out of life given their situation –
but those alliance sonsobitches were target #1 and the players of their
characters were beneath my notice. I was horde. I lived to burninate the
peoples and /dance on their corpses. My wife joined for four months of
marital bliss and we played the troll team of shaman and mage. These comics
stem from arguments during that time… and I will be honest here
– she was the Chixdigme in that relationship.
She slowly drifted from the game in the late 20s, finding sunshine, lollipops,
rainbows and lemondrops that supposedly exist in the world beyond the
window frame and railed at me when I would wile my hours in my uncomfortable
chair but comfortable leveling strategy. I drifted as well. I had to.
My marriage needed a few levels. But the lure of the game called from
just within hearing range. I realized that there was still half an entire
world I had never even explored. When the idea of Chixdigme started to
form I realized that someone had slipped crack into my coffee. After realizing
I didn’t drink coffee let alone crack slipped coffee I woke up from
the dream and realigned my World of Warcraft account with my reasoning
towards the game: active.
And now I walk the precarious balance of a man who plays both sides.
I’m a bi-factional player. And I am proud to admit that. Course…
my friends and family don’t really hit this site up – so don’t
out me if you happen to see them.
Ah yes perhaps I
have forgotten to mention that I was the dweeb who continuously got you
ganked Kyle, what can I say other then that I am very greedy. Ah no matter.
The promises of VIRTUAL wealth might tempt me back, perhaps this virtual
wealth will stop my ninja looting ways.. Or perhaps that is just too much
to ask for.
As you may or may not have noticed I have sold my soul to google... Google
Ads are now active on this site. I hope to reap small rewards in exchange
for soul.
