Reality

A young elven archer finds himself flung at the feet of a processing official just off a boat from some, unknown destination. I'm told that I a special, and that I must find my way in this world. It's a foreign place, full of things that I've never encountered before.

Like the insect transportation infrastructure, lizard people slaves, elven drug traffickers and some half cat woman who wants to be my friend. So I do what I always do. I slaughter wild and vicious creatures homicidal maniacs and try my best to make this strange world a better place.

Video games. What else is a geek to do from 9pm to dawn?

I've been immersed in a game that has taken longer to complete than any I've played before. I'm already well over 100 hours of game play with no end in sight. It amazes me how a game can suck you in. I've been devoting many of my free time to the well being of the inhabitants of Morrowind. Do they deserve it? Certainly not. Do like like me? Of course they do, for three reasons.

1. I do good.
2. I have a high personality roll
3. I bride anyone with a $1000 who doesn't like me.

I'm like superman with a bow and corporate backing. I've posted here before about how video games can draw me in. After a few hours of game play I stop sitting in my office chair and start roaming through the volcanic wastes looking for egg mines, ransacking necromancer hideouts or searching for the clues to the missing dwarven race. I wear green glass armor, levitate over hilltops, breathe underwater and can hit a moving target at 1000 feet with a bow and silver arrow. It's a hard world to give up. But eventually I realize I'm just another geek in suburbia with a wife, two kids and radiation poisoning from my monitor.

I'm not sure why I'm telling you this, except for the concern that one of these times, I might not be able to break the reality barrier. I might start roaming the country side with a Kmart archery set in duck hunting camouflage, attacking windmills and wearing shaving bowls on my head. If that should happen. Just stand perfectly still. I'm a lousy shot in real life.