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  For all intents and purposes, the following is a suicide note.
Okay, I’m not really killing myself (you can stop emailing me the suicide prevention hotline number). Well, not my physical self at least. I am however killing off a virtual version of myself, so while it does deal with the ceasing of life it’s in the virtual and not literal sense. I guess you could call it a WoWicide.
Yes, I’ve finally decided to give up on the World of Warcraft. I just can’t take the pressure anymore as my virtual life isn’t exactly the escape from reality, safe haven I thought it would be.
Sure, my life began promising enough as a young dwarven hunter roaming the mountains of Ironforge. I ventured the countryside slaying countless beasts as I completed each quest offered to me by my dwarven elders. As I leveled up, I traveled outward into the world (of Warcraft). In my teens (lvls 13 - 19), I gallivanted across the plains of Westfall, slaughtering even more beasts and evildoers as the townsfolk sang my praises. I was on top of the World (of Warcraft). The World (of Warcraft) was my oyster. How quickly things changed.
My troubles began in my mid to late (level) twenties as I was settling into my career as an adventurer. The quests started becoming increasingly harder, many of which required the assistance of other players in the game to complete. Even though I was eager and felt that I was up to the task, I found myself faltering. And were my fellow players any help? Heavens no! They pushed me aside, chastising me as a noob (or newb, n00b, or every other variation of the term). I grew to hate the word noob and all of it’s variations, but no matter how hard I tried to deny it, I finally accepted the fact that I was indeed a noob.
 Death of the Dwarf Hunter
It was then that I realized that I wasn’t long for the World (of Warcraft). I continued playing for another month (it was already paid for, no need to waste money), but I was mostly just going through the motions. So when my time expired I made no effort to re-up my subscription, as I was content to let that part of me die a quiet virtual death. It's been three weeks since my last pwnage, and although I occasionally pine for the lush virtual landscapes and architecture, I can't say I regret ending my virtual life. I've picked up some less stressful hobbies to fill my time and I would even say that I'm happier now in my real life as a result of my WoWicide. In spite of all that, I can't bring myself to delete the game for good from my computer. Although I resist for now, I can't say for certain that I'll never venture back into the World of Warcraft. I guess what they say is true. Us noobz are just gluttons for punishment. |
Chris Carlisle
