I've spent a lot of time writing and deleting this post.
So I'll just come right out and say it. I have a problem. There. There it is. My cry for help. Oh cruel world, why do you torture me so? I've developed a painful and perverse obsession- one that is robbing me of sleep at night, depriving my thoughts of sense and casting a clouded shroud around my evening activities. I'm so ashamed of myself, but when I sucuumb to this obsessive trap the hours melt away like seconds and I lose all sense of surroundings. It's like I'm in another world...and I am...the World of Warcraft.
Ugh! This stupid game certainly lives up to it's reputation. I can see why massive legions of nerdy adolescent males forgo social development to spend whole days of their lives glued to the computer. I, too, have slipped into such oblivion. Naught but a week ago I spent what I thought was an hour an a half avitar-ily traipsing through the beautiful countryside and gently rolling hills of the fantasy world, killing Murlocks, collecting Gortusk livers to feed my pet wolf, Puppy, and selling Small Eggs for 3 gold at the auction house, and low and behold I glanced up to check the clock and 6 HOURS had passed. SIX HOURS HAD PASSED.
SIX HOURS HAD PASSED!
It is really just that good. The game is fantastic, and surprisingly easy to get the hang of, and the whole thing is just beautifully done. It relies less on fighting in the strictly video-game sense, and instead focuses on learning and developing the abilities and aptitudes of your character. I knew that it was only a matter of time before I would try my hand at WOW, as Husband is quite a geek and has been dropping blatant hints that we should play together for the last 4 years, but I had no idea how much I would actually like it. I'm such a nerd. But you can call me a level 22 Human Hunter Nerd.