For the Love of the Game

“Would you please get off the internet now?”

“Why?”

“Because I need to fix the cable outside.”

“Right this second?”

“You’ve been complaining about the intermittency of the connection for two weeks.  That cable is frayed and about to go.”

“Do you have to do it right now?  I told these people we were going to run this dungeon.”

“…”

“I know you think it’s ridiculous, but these people count on me.  We scheduled this and I can’t just abandon them so you can fix that cable right this instant.  You can fix it after I’m done.”

“When will that be?”

“A few hours.”

“It will be getting dark then.  I need to replace it in daylight.”

“For the love!”

“Fine.  If you don’t mind having a shitty connection for another week, play the game.”

Five minutes later.

“I’m offline.  But I really don’t appreciate you telling me without telling me that I’m being ridiculous.  But those are real people and they counted on me.  What’s more, I can never get anyone to run that dungeon and I need to run it a zillion times so my druid can get that Earthwarden.”

Smile.

“Holy shit.  I just realized what I just said. What is wrong with me?”


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THE WAY I GOT

I’ve been called intelligent, strong, an idiot, annoying, entertaining, obnoxious, kind, crazy, hilarious, a sociopath, a narcissist, beautiful, ugly, hideous, insensitive, a robot, intense, an insitgator, a mediator, logical, friendless, undateable, hot, creative, retarded, professional, leggy, fat, skinny, short, tall, blonde, blue-eyed, brunette, crass, vulgar, classy, crude, rude, inconsiderate, socially unacceptable, socially adept, talented, skilled, curious, and ridiculous.

I’ve also been told I have presence.  And horse teeth.  And that I’m “too much”.  Often.

I have no idea what the truth is.