December 21st, 2004


Yet another WoW addict...

OK, it seems that everyone and their brother has been posting about their progress in WoW and how it's taken over their free time. I've tried to avoid discussing it, and have even looked with a bit of disdain at those who chatter about it. I'd like to apologize for my hypocrisy, and officially come out of the WoW closet.

Though I've remained largely silent, I've been playing WoW on my own for some time now- probably longer than most of you, and I'm hooked. When I'm in front of the computer I'm playing it, and when I'm away from it I'm thinking about playing it.

My name is Eric, and I'm addicted to Wizard of Wor.

My addiction started back in 1980, when I was in 6th grade. The dark mood of the game combined with taunting synthesized speech (a new thing at the time!) made for an experience that was as intimidating as it was captivating. Though it took place in a maze, this wasn't a sissy game like Pac Man. This wasn't even just Pac Man with guns- it was a war of extermination fought in a dark dungeon between laser-equipped space soldiers and a horde of foul beasts which belch energy bolts and can become invisible! This was gladiator combat fought under the watchful eye and ever-present threat of the Wizard of Wor himself.

At night I dreamt about Burwors, Garwors, and Thorwors. By day I mastered my hunting skills and sharpened my aim against the elusive Worluk. I stood in awe at the way the whole dungeon would light up when he was killed, and usually died in horror when he was followed up with the Wizard, the teleporting, lightning-slinging coffee achiever that moved like a mosquito on crack.

The game offered a two-player option, but that almost always degenerated into a firefight (which I'm sure appealed to the Wizard's cruel taste in entertainment). Things would start out well- you patrol your half of the maze and I'll patrol mine. Invariably the other guy, either through incompetence or malice, would put a shot in my back, requiring me to burn every last one of his men. Hey, thanks for the extra 1000 points a pop, buddy. Now go play Donkey Kong.

Eventually Aladdin's Castle closed, and my addiction was put on hold- seemingly forever. Modern technology and a nifty little program called MAME has brought it all back, however, and it appears I'm not the only one. I'm a little surprised that so many of you have been bitten by the retro-gaming bug, but I'm thrilled to have the company.

Let the hunt begin!
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