I was less equipped to live with bullshit at that point in my life. ie. I corrected Nass and he threw one of his tantrums. Obviously now I’d be able to identify the political threat and avoid it. It’s the flipping internet. If it was worth the effort of defending epistemic purity then it was worth using a proxy, an anonymous name and delivering the messages strategically so as to maximise the cost humiliation for enforcing a deception. (Which isn’t hard, Nass humiliates himself without much help.)
Haha, so it was you. I remember people were complaining about some guy doing that.
Don’t know what they were complaining about. By virtue of sheer bulk of hours played I spent more time killing Fades than most players and on the one occasion I managed to lose it to a Seanchan I killed him three days later. Then I let Cate be a Justice Wielding Aes Sedai for a couple of months while I went back to being a proper warder who could throw away his life heroically.
Yeah, I got hated on just for using it extensively.
That’s what they call “winning”. If folks don’t like it they can bitch and wheedle their own way into the Warder clan!
It’s scary how much of that world I still have stuck in my brain. Four hundred zones, each zone a hundred interconnected rooms. I can probably still navigate most of that via text and a lot of it without even looking. Then the rough location of all the mob spawns, and where all the horses are. And where all the horses end up when any of Cate, I or a Ruy/Patricia alt has logged on. A (now obsolete) social and political map of the nations and key characters in each, with an additional speculative map of which characters are actually alts of others and to what degree they can be expected to be corrupted by their out-of-character incentives. Basically my brain treated it as though it was the real world—except rather more entertaining.
Probably has something to do with the widespread belief that it’s everyone’s business what you do with your equipment. Which I’m not entirely sure where it’s coming from, but it’s always pleasant to see this expectation frustrated.
I was less equipped to live with bullshit at that point in my life. ie. I corrected Nass and he threw one of his tantrums. Obviously now I’d be able to identify the political threat and avoid it. It’s the flipping internet. If it was worth the effort of defending epistemic purity then it was worth using a proxy, an anonymous name and delivering the messages strategically so as to maximise the cost humiliation for enforcing a deception. (Which isn’t hard, Nass humiliates himself without much help.)
Don’t know what they were complaining about. By virtue of sheer bulk of hours played I spent more time killing Fades than most players and on the one occasion I managed to lose it to a Seanchan I killed him three days later. Then I let Cate be a Justice Wielding Aes Sedai for a couple of months while I went back to being a proper warder who could throw away his life heroically.
That’s what they call “winning”. If folks don’t like it they can bitch and wheedle their own way into the Warder clan!
It’s scary how much of that world I still have stuck in my brain. Four hundred zones, each zone a hundred interconnected rooms. I can probably still navigate most of that via text and a lot of it without even looking. Then the rough location of all the mob spawns, and where all the horses are. And where all the horses end up when any of Cate, I or a Ruy/Patricia alt has logged on. A (now obsolete) social and political map of the nations and key characters in each, with an additional speculative map of which characters are actually alts of others and to what degree they can be expected to be corrupted by their out-of-character incentives. Basically my brain treated it as though it was the real world—except rather more entertaining.
Probably has something to do with the widespread belief that it’s everyone’s business what you do with your equipment. Which I’m not entirely sure where it’s coming from, but it’s always pleasant to see this expectation frustrated.