Krakenoah has been out in the fields slapping things for about six weeks in total. I love this character, and I love this game. I have always enjoyed RPG's (Might and Magic Five, anyone?) and the amount of quality time I have wasted playing every one I could get my hands on is difficult to comprehend now. WoW is such a ridiculously addictive game it is tough to know where to start, but I'll write a little today to try and summarise the joy of the internet world of Warcraft, or "how geeks will beat you, and why you have to hand it to them".
I mostly stopped myself from reading about it. I downloaded the trial version of the game and just went for it. from Setup Wizard to the human/alliance starting zones, I just followed the onscreen instructions and (certainly for the first half an hour) ran into things, tapping my keyboard frantically and deselecting/opening panes at random. It's just great, starting on a new game. controversially, I never played more than an hour of Baldurs Gate. I kind of enjoyed the opening bit, then the layout and the way NPCs spoke just got on my nerves. Contrarily, I still have the copy that my ex-girlfriend's brother lent me. He's probably never going to get it back.
I didn't sleep so well over the next few days. Computer games seem to step right into my frontal lobe and grab me. I can still picture every last pixel of the Hangar level on Tony Hawk's 2. Now there is a game more arresting than a speedball of heroin and Ben and Jerry Fish Food, and easily as arresting as the priceless classic Speedball 2, which is where the trouble all started on my first atari (somewhere between that and Sabre Team). More on this another time.
Over those first few halting days, interspersed around the lazy christmas family visits and the girlfriend time, I leveled through 1-10 in what seems now like a particularly grueling way. Running backwards and forwards across lots of the same targets, fiddling endlessly with rather pointless things and generally riding the learning transition. I then paid to transfer my character to my brothers server, or realm, not fully understanding that i could just start a new character on his realm, and do the 1-10 fandango all over again (in probably two thirds the time). I think it is this rather naieve move that has made Krakenoah important to me. He has jumped the inter server hyperspace, and therefore is the most kickass hybrid Paladin to ever smelt ore.
And thats what he does best. Aside from the regular run of questing (chiefly solo) and badguy smacking; Mining is my true love. You can tell he's a welsh paladin, because he's down holes, finding the ore. And in that, Warcraft has done it for me, because of the intense variety of sideshow activity, your characters gain an erzatz personality. And Krakenoah is me:- Welsh, a poor team player who doesn't like to cook for himself, armed with a hammer and a meticulously researched sartorial look. This last point is more of a metaphorical translation of Real Life. Buying plate armour isn't really the same as knowing the diamonds from the rough in a TK Maxx skateshoe department.
Work calls at this point. To be continued.
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