In the July 2005 National Geographic, the main feature covers stem cell research. (link to online excerpt) On page 4 of the print edition (so you’ll have to go to the library or the doctor) is a poignant photograph of 11-year-old David Dalmat, who is banished to a sterile “bubble” until his bone marrow regrows. In his hands, a Playstation 2 controller.
If you’ve been in a few guilds, especially the hardc0re variety, I’m sure you’ve had similar experiences.
At least I hope so, or else that means that I, myself, am somehow a magnet for bizarre behavior. Not to stereotype hardcore guilds, but shit … something is attracting these interesting human specimens — I’m going with the hardcore theory.
These are the guildmates, and their corresponding kooky-ass real life situations, where I think to myself: I swear to God, only in my guild.
Exhibit A. Guildmate’s mom is in a wicked car accident. Her family isn’t even sure she’ll survive surgery. Guildmate’s first instinct: log into EverQuest to tell the guild why he won’t be able to join the raid that night and he needs some people to talk to.
I was symphathetic, of course. Damn. (Assuming it was true, and it’s always an assumption on the internet. Naturally, the story can’t be challenged in this situation. Just saying, word to the wise.)
But then I wondered, wtf, he has siblings, he has a father, wouldn’t they be the people he should talk to? My mom’s in a car accident, I am NOT logging into a game to get an excused absence from the guild.
Then I thought … I swear to God, only in my guild.
Guild Wars: Boring? — reviewed by FiringSquad. (First-time reader here!) Summary for the cheap seats: he doesn’t like it. Best part of the article are the comments reviewing his review and flaming him (as he requested).