Most of the time starting a post is easy for me, but this
one has been very difficult. For the
last few months I’ve been experiencing a combination of writers block along
with playing too much WOW. But it’s been
mostly me playing too much WOW.
To paraphrase the immortal words of Rick James as proffered
by Dave Chappelle: World of Warcraft is a helluva a drug!
That’s where I’ve been, deep in the bowels of Azeroth, and
it’s something I’m not proud of. I quit
that game back in ’07 and I thought for sure I had that monkey off my back. But
I got sucked in again, and really, it’s kinda TOR’s fault (hey, I have to
deflect blame somehow right?). As I was
playing TOR I kept comparing it to WOW, and lamenting the fact that TOR did not
have many of the “bells and whistles” WOW had to make gameplay a little more
user friendly, like instant ques for dungeon runs with players across servers. Before long I had WOW reinstalled and my
Dwarf Holy-Paladin up to level 85 pursuing some epic armor and weaponry.
Three weeks ago I was out with a buddy having beers and he
asked me how far I had leveled my Dwarf.
I replied with “I hate that game”.
He was a little shocked by my response, and to be honest, so was I. It came from the heart as an unfiltered
thought. He asked me what I meant. When I reflected for a moment I told him “I
hate what that game turns me into. I
become obsessed with it. All my spare
time is poured into it. I think about it
constantly. It distracts me from my job,
and my marking piles up. I have to make
a concerted effort to get things done at work and around the house. Any spare moment I have I’m on the auction
hall or grinding out some meaningless skill like archeology. Plus, it’s stolen all my energy for my
Chronology Project. My drive for
finishing my project had disappeared, usurped by a red-headed dwarf paladin. It takes time away from my family. I hate it.
I quit it back in ’07 for a reason.
I was distracting me from my marriage and my other relationships.” He slowly nodded his head. My response felt cathartic. That night I cancelled my subscription.
Some people get hooked on drugs, on alcohol, on sex, on
work, or gambling. We all have our vices
– things that unbalance us. Mine is WOW,
and was also SWG back before WOW. I’m
glad I didn’t get into TOR. As excited
as I was about that game, I’m glad it disappointed me.
WOW distracts me from the good in my life, and hopefully I’ve
finally put it behind me.
Still, after I cancelled my subscription I still had trouble
writing. I must have sat down to write
this post about five times, with very little being produced. I kept starting the post with a reflection on
the text, but kept getting nowhere (probably because The Starfighter Trap is a
pretty boring story). I finally resolved
to address why I had been away, and talk honestly about my interactions with MMOs.
This too feels cathartic.
As it is, I apologize for my absence. Also, I’ve tried to make this blog about my
personal reflections on Star Wars and not about my lpersonal ife (because my life is
boring, which is good. I like it like
that), so I apologize for dragging you into my inner thoughts on my WOW
addiction.
Ok, now on to the text.
The Starfighter Trap, like I already said, was boring, but
as I write this I’m unable to come up with a good explanation as to why I think
it was boring. I thought the dogfight
between the Naboo starfighters and the betrayal experienced by Essara Till was
all good and fun storytelling, but for some reason this story didn’t inspire me
to keep moving on with the project. As a
matter of fact, I found it to be just another piece of fluff that makes up part
of the black hole that is 32 BBY. Ultimately,
what I really think was going on was that The Starfighter Trap represented for
me all that is wrong with The Phantom Menace, which in my opinion is itself one
of the worst things to have happened to the living history of Star Wars. I’m heading towards this confrontation with
TPM, and I’m really not looking forward to it because I don’t have many
positive things to say.
At the end of the day, The Starfighter Trap was a little
tale with characters I found difficult to care about. In Dan Wallace’s The Monster I cared about Panaka
and I struggled along with him in his search for justice. I did not feel the same way about Essara
Till.
I think from here I'll simply put The Starfighter Trap
behind me, and look forward to the next source I'll engage with, Tales #7: Single
Cell, thereby bringing me one step further out of 32 BBY.
Until then my friends, may the Force be with
you.