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05 July 2006

Woe of Woes! Last weekend roommate Jasper suddenly came up to me and stated he thought about purchasing World of Warcraft, stoked by the colleagues at his internship company. When I told him the game had just gone down in price, his decision was easily made: he borrowed some of my money and proceeded to run to the nearest game outlet shoppe.

Wonder oh Wonder, no sooner did he start installing the game and talking about it enthusiastically that I began to itch as well, and a dreaded feeling of not being able to keep to my self-imposed reading regime of this summer crept over me. As the minutes, nay, hours, passed and the game kept installing itself, we whipped each other up into a gaming frenzy that soon erupted in Jasper playing merrily that once-coveted game and I sitting alongside it, starting to covet again. I had a new computer since last year when I played it for four long months, and as such I would now be able to fully appreciate the game in all its aspects, where previously I was hampered by a slow processor. And the alluring knowledge that there would now be friends that I could team up with that would form a reliable group to head into dungeons with -who would not abandon me at the merest whim- that surely was a strong argument as well.

Want over Will, I plopped the DVD in my system and started installing it. I knew it was a madman's scheme; it would ruin my plans to give my arms much-needed rest and even signal a moral downgrading, as I could spend my time better on constructive things if I would so foolishly choose to use my hands anyway. And a doubt entered me, and I called Mon, silently hoping she would find the right way to dissuade me of undertaking this mad plot. She played the 'guilt' card, with overtones of 'disappointment', and that was all I needed to hear. Mere percentages away from a complete install, I cancelled it, ejected the DVD and sealed the Collector's Edition away again. Tragedy had been averted, for now.

Wingding or Wasting? Such was the argument in my head. But then, disaster struck. Roommate Tom allowed himself to be swayed too. He promptly bought the game as well and started playing; ironically again with me as the mentor explaining the ways of it at the side. It was a heavier blow; as two friends equal twice the merriment and twice the alluring quality of playing it myself. Yet I will hold, for now.

World of Warcraft, I will see thee in a manner of weeks. Until then, I will watch on with wanting eyes as two friends play it with much fervour, I will cheer with them and hunger after my own share. But my arms need at least these few weeks of rest. This very rant is already a dangerous thing to write. After this period however, I will indulge in my desire to play the game. Very carefully: but piecemeal. But I will play again, oh yes. I will play again.

Roderick.