So there I was a couple of nights a go, sitting at my desk wondering why tummy fluff is always dark. I’d undertaken all the media forum reading I could handle for the night and I was pondering on what direction I should follow for the remainder of the evening. Obviously, since I am writing here now, it was Warhammer. Now I will not deny that I haven’t been more than a tad absent these last couple of weeks (Maybe even more), where I’ve even struggled to read the small group of blogs I use to follow religiously.
But after overcoming a small bit of inertia in respect to double clicking the Warhammer icon, which by the way always seem to happen after large gaps in my online time, I managed to put in my password.
Last time I’d been on, I had been leveling Laminar, my Bright Wizard, whose progress had ground to a halt in Tier 3. This isn’t down to anything significant game wise, merely a lack of effort on my part. So here I was again in Tier 3 with Laminar, stuck in Highpass Warcamp, deja vu perhaps.
Now this was about 2 nights ago. During which time I was on for about 15/20 mins around 8’ish. I visited all 3 racial pairings in search of any kind of action, but there wasn’t a bloody warband in sight, barely even functioning groups. What the hell, let’s get a small dose of scenario action, hopefully that will sate my needs. Tick tick tick went the digital clock on my desk. After 20 minutes and a couple of trips around the war zones of tier 3, I logged off. To deny that I wasn’t a bit annoyed would be a lie, how the f**k had this MMO with an intellectual property like Warhammer got to this stage. Even after all the server mergers that had taken place. So with that angry thought in my head, I went downstairs and watched a film. As my daughter would say “Bah Humbug, says Mr Mean“.
Thankfully like a dog with a bone, I gave it another go the following evening, last night in fact. As per normal I started out in Empire (no action), moved onto the Dwarfen tier (no action) and then finally onto the Elfen tier, where much to my pleasure were 2 half-formed warbands attacking a keep, an empty keep, but a keep nevertheless. Beggars can’t be chosers.
I honestly thought that in the brief time off, that the game had finally spiralled down into the crater of doom. In the end, I had a fun 2 – 3 hours, taking BO’s and Keeps under the leadership of a character by the name of Bludhursty, or something similar. I actually left the server in a quite positive mood.
You know what I think my problem is with Warhammer at the moment, it’s just the inability to string together a steady sequence of gaming nights, to allow some kind of momentum to be built up. I also feel since I am in a guild with no one else in it, since they’ve all departed to distance shores, is that the in-game knowledge base I used to depend on to supplement my meagre knowledge has vanished.
After the first night in this sequence, I had been willing to throw the towel in, but in the end stubbornness had won through. All hail this particular male trait.