Azile doesn’t love me any more. Apparently, since I gave up on Darktide (and on AC, pretty much), I’ve given up any right to comment on it.
I certainly wouldn’t be the first. J. over at another site has been commenting on UO pretty much since it began, and he can’t play it since they lied and told him they were going to port it to the Mac yon, so many years ago. Ever since he’s been sort of pissy about that. I pity Wolfpack if they decide maintaining two seperate codebases is too difficult. Heaven hath no fury like a Mac user scorned.
But this isn’t about J, this is about me, and I’m afraid that I’ve lost that special Lum holiday spirit. (In case you haven’t figured it out, I make Ebenezer Scrooge look like that oh-so-caring psychologist in those Bridgeway commercials. And I’m not talking pansy-ass post-ghost Ebenezer either, I’m talking full-bore fuck-you-AND-your-Mistletoe pre-ghost Scrooge.) In fact, pretty much during the entire month of December, I am just one miserable son of a bitch. You see, I also was born in December, and once you get past the whole old-enough-to-drink thing, getting older isn’t nearly as fun as you’d think. Add that to the mercantile horror being crammed down our throats in 24-hour-a-day e-commerce-technoganza stereo Deck-the-halls-and-buy-our-holly deformed capitalism, and you begin to see why.. oh, what was I talking about?
Oh, and Azile is pissed that I quote things. Gee. Excuse the holy annunciantion of the Virgin Mary, Joseph, and the third fucking shepherd from the left out of ME for keeping things in context! I mean, since I don’t play the game, and obviously don’t know SHIT about it, and thus have no fucking OPINION about anything that goes on within it, I should just shut up and let someone else talk? Oh, that’s bad too. Hey, I know, I’ll bring the goddamn kTalk back! Yeah, let YOU goddamn child molestors and assorted fruitcakes and nutballs talk amongst your goddamn selves and I can go back to…. whatever the fuck it was I was doing.
There. I feel better now, don’t you?