I think I have a disorder. You see, there are a few games I get an annual itch to play. It comes out of nowhere. Like, out of the friggen’ blue I’m slapped with these cravings and I suddenly turn into a manic freak. I need to get my fix. This has been happening as long as I can remember, and typically the only games I “crave” are Breath of Fire III and Harvest Moon.
However, there is another deadly beast that lurks in the shadows; a deadly beast that threatens to throw my holiday game schedule immensely off track.
::shakes fist at World of Warcraft::
UGH, WoW, now is SO not a good time for you to pop out of a bush and tempt me with your addictiveness, but that’s exactly what you are doing, isn’t it? You whore.
Truth be told I’ve been feelin’ this epic WoW temptation for a few months now and I’ve been able to suppress it rather easily. But now with all of this Blizzcon news and talk about dungeons, PVE, talent trees, pet battles, questing…MMMMMM, it gets my blood BOILING!
…come back down to reality, Britt…
Right. So World of Warcraft is practically the devil. I need to stay far, far away from this bad boy until the holiday season is over. I need to finish Arkham City so I can finish Uncharted 3 so I can finish Skyward Sword so I can finish Skyrim. I would also like to toss Modern Warfare 3 in there somewhere, and I figure after all is said and done it’ll be about time to reunite with Kaiden Alenko—I mean, Mass Effect 3.
Now seriously, could you imagine trying to squeeze in hours of World of Warcraft amidst all of that?! To make matters worse, I cannot “casually” play WoW. I binge, and I binge hard. My life revolves around WoW. I think about it while I’m at work, I dream about it, I…uh, fantasize about it. And I’ve met some awesome people within the past few months that I sorta-kinda don’t want to cut off from my life.
To reiterate: World of Warcraft is the devil. It is like IRL Alistair is asking me out on a date and I need to say no. But I will prevail, and your assistance may be necessary. If you see a tweet from me, a blog post, a Facebook status update that gives any inkling that I’m about to fire up my undead hunter Omnommer or my human warrior Bratnoid in the realm of World of Warcraft, digitally bitchslap me. Do what you must.
I need you.