Multiboxing EverQuest: One Player, Many Characters — a multi-boxer gives a mini tutorial on how to Be Your Own EQ Group. You’re never LFG and there’s rarely any group conversation. (If there is, seek help.) In my EQ prime, I paid for four accounts monthly, although the most I’d play simultaneously was two. I’m not terribly ambitious.
I used to be guilded with a guy that lived in New Orleans. Back in the EverQuest Luclin days, we grouped for experience and raids almost every night and he would often tell amusing anecdotes of the action outside his tiny, little apartment near the French Quarter … the police activity, the public urination, the roaming bums, the fem flashers, the street urchins, the trannies.
He had chosen to live in New Orleans after college, he told us, because it was the most interesting city he could imagine, and I have no doubt that it was all that and more. We parted ways in EQ after a time, as often happens in gaming — no hard feelings, nothing personal, but people move on, never to be heard from again. And so it goes.
I’ve been to New Orleans many times myself, mostly for business, a couple times by choice. No city, that I know, seemed so full of possibility: the dark alleys, the brillantly lit mansions, the ancient cemeteries, the dirty drinking dives, the tiny restaurant counters, the buzzing neon, the rueful music.
Wandering the streets at night, even vampires seemed possible.
It was with a great deal of sadness that I watched New Orleans crumble today. Whether it will ever rise from its knees again, no one can say. I surely hope so; I fear maybe not.
Then again, in New Orleans, anything is possible.
Welp, it’s time to hit the ole dusty road. Foton, the Guild Wars character, needs a vacation.
Just a change of scenery. A summer project, as it were.
Maybe a few weeks carousing in Booty Bay. I do miss stumbling home from the local tavern to my shack high above the bay. Obviously I’d need some drinking money … goblin snort don’t come cheap. But, a few hours in Blackrock each day for a night of debauchery in Boot-ay seems a small price to pay.
One of my drinking buddies is trying to sell a romp in Camelot. Of course, I explained that I wouldn’t be “romping” anywhere, thankyouverymuch, but a few weeks fighting the good fight for Albion, Midgard or whateverthehell that last one was wouldn’t kill me. Actually, fuck the last one, I didn’t hit max level in that realm so would be Albion or Midgard. Not to mention all the expansions I don’t have and if memory serves, my toon is dirt poor. And probably has shit equipment by today’s standards.