Earlier this week, I was out doing some real life pimping in soul-free LA, which is a great place to visit if you get paid to do so (emphasis on Paid Alot). Naturally, my primary concern was the continued progress of my soon-to-be uber Warcraft alt — well, besides bringing back bags of cash to my workplace.
Thanks to the wonders of drunken threats and repeated reminders on my guild message boards, the guild did drag around my afk ass and finished a buttload of quests and dinged many delicious levels on my alt’s behalf.
However, I feel like my finger is off the pulse of the online gaming industry, having been offline for a few days, and I do believe my duty here is pulse fingering. Let it be known, I take fingering seriously.
And, what have we here? (Originally spotted on ALL the better blogs: Aggro Me, N3rfed, the Poindexters, Lum’s joint, Skippy the teenaged blogging pundit, et al.) Summary: Sony, famed Nexus of Evil, is about to get into the game-items-for-real-life-cash gig.
And really, who gives a fuck. It’s about damn time they got a piece of the action. Predictably, wailing, teeth gnashing and doom portending abound, but, in the end, it’s just another choice for the players — a choice we already had for many years, by the way.
This neighborhood kid told me last week that he had just sold his Star Wars Galaxies jedi account for $450. I think he unlocked two or three months ago — I dunno, I kind of tune him out when he starts retelling his game adventures in great detail. I mean … fuckkk, start a blog for that shit. Anyways, $450 is some good gravy. He really should consider tossing some of that to his neighborhood mentor. I did encourage him to stay indoors rather than wander over to my yard.
So, good luck to Sony with all of that — shame they couldn’t get their hands on a piece of that $450. (muahahaha)
Assuming this spreads around the gaming world, sign me up. I’m not currently sucking on the SOE tit, but you won’t hear me using the word “never”. I know plenty of EverQuest players, myself included, that said “never” when Star Wars Galaxies was announced, yet when SWG hit the streets, there we all were, lusting after the new and improved like all the other sorry gaming bastards.
Yes, sign me up and I care not the consequences. I used to have all the time in the world and no money. MacNCheese for dinner, ketchup on toast, rice beer … I was a newly-minted college graduate once, too. Few years out (ok, more than a few, bastards), I have plenty of money, no time.
Restore to me my rightful place as a member of the gaming elite.
When leveling slows down, I’ll buy my way free of the grind. When that last epic doodad eludes me, I offer my Visa. When the loot randomizer fucks me over, yet again, for the billionth time in my gaming career, it’s nothing that money can’t solve. When Skippy, the teenaged pundit, gets all in my face how I didn’t “earn” any of my game accolades, I’m willing to pay to have his unemployed ass banished from my virtual vicinty.
Hell, everything’s for sale as it is. ‘Bout time we stopped pretending.