Empathy for the Unreal
When patch 5.4 hit and the Timeless Isle was available, all my characters who could headed out for the Isle. It consumed them. Those left behind were ignored. I started feeling a strange unease, I didn’t know what was wrong. One day I logged into my Jeweler who was sitting in Halfhill. Since I was there, she did some dailies for the Tillers.
I felt better. I then knew what had been wrong, I had abandoned the Tillers. I really like the Tillers … a lot. I loved Farmer Yoon’s story from the first day we met and I helped him with some stubborn rocks. I felt bad that I’d been too busy to visit. I visit every day now and I feel much happier.
Suspension of disbelief has never been a problem for me but I realized that I also felt empathy for these virtual characters, the ones I’ve created and the NPCs.
Meet Peculia. She was created on a free account to do nothing but reach level 10 and then wait there until I needed to make a raid group. That’s it. I felt guilt while leveling her. She was full of excitement as most characters are, excited to see the world although I knew she never would. This is how I get in trouble. I may have to level her to allay the guilt.
Here’s a surprise, I didn’t think that Warlock had it in her. She’s feeling that maybe Tina would have been happier left where she was. I mean she only picked her to stay on her farm because she was the only BFF she had, no surprise there, to get rid of the annoying ? over that little shrine thingy. Now she wishes she’d waited and asked Jogu who probably would have been happier or at least too drunk to care.
Yes. My handsome Blood Elf, Purloin. How am I going to tell him I don’t see a future for him. He’s waiting for me to return. I can’t seem to level males … I want to but can’t. How will I tell him he’s about to be deleted to make room for a sassy female Goblin. What’s worse is that I actually remember every character I’ve ever deleted and that’s a bunch. They haunt me.
Okay, this is one of those posts I’m glad my husband doesn’t read. He already thinks I’m pretty squirelly but I can’t help it. I think some of us invest so much life into our characters that we can’t help but care about their virtual lives. I know I do, but … you know … in a totally I’m not crazy kind of way. Right? RIGHT?