Three months ago I wrote about how my husband impulsively decided to quit his job. Thankfully, everything worked out really well in the end, and I landed a casual job that pays me good money to do what I love — writing and creating graphics — while also allowing me to finish in time to pick up my son from school. But, perhaps it worked out a little too well, because Disconcur has gone and done it again; he finishes up at his current job on Monday and will instead focus on building a career out of streaming and content creation. Eek!
A good friend of mine wrote about a negative experience she had with a guild member during an alt raid a few weeks back, and it really got me thinking about just how important casual raids are to the MMO genre.
Casual raids can provide guilds a great opportunity to introduce new blood into the group without throwing off the synergy of the progression group if they’re a bad egg. They can serve as the perfect training for players completely new to raiding, while also providing veteran players an opportunity to gain both experience and gear on an alternative character.
I’m alive! March was absolutely off the hook. My 30th was on March 1 but I very nearly didn’t make it, after we had a car accident on a deserted highway at 4am. It’s a miracle that the car didn’t flip and no-one was hurt. However, the car is a write-off and we’re down to one vehicle while we wait for insurance to come in.
Now, usually only having one car wouldn’t be too much of an issue, except something even more insane happened. I got a job, you guys. Like a real, adult job working in the Communications Department at the local council. It’s been a wonderful experience so far, but it has been a massive adjustment for our whole family.
However, this post is not about boring RL stuff, this post is about video games! More specifically, the ones that we were loving in our house during March:
After my mini-emo rant post a while back, I decided to take some time to myself. I went on a holiday. I was in no rush to do anything that wasn’t necessary. There was no writing unless I was getting paid for it. And, most importantly, absolutely no worrying about the future.
It was exactly what I needed.
Twenty year old Neri was a glass-half-full kind of person. No matter the problem, I could convince myself that it wasn’t the end of the universe, that things could be so much worse, and that there is always a silver lining to even the hardest of issues. But, now that I am rapidly approaching 30, I have noticed that I have lost that spark and I’m just plain old negative about everything.