Honeymoon’s over: WoW and lovelives don’t always mix

 

Here’s a story that’s perfect for the pre-Valentine’s celebrations. Over at The Phoenix, Janelle Randazza recounts her own experiences of losing a significant other to World of Warcraft.

She mentions how her boyfriend slowly fell into the enchanted timesink of doom that is WoW. Despite her attempts to pull him away from it for a little while, from little hints with books and invitations to go on moonlit strolls (“But this moon is full. The one outside is barely a sliver!” he says.), Blizzard‘s MMO has proven the stronger by monopolizing her boyfriend.

Like a eulogy to a champion of the realms, she laments the man she once knew and the man who now sits there before her:

This is a guy who used to navigate through conversations with enviable skill. He could talk about anything from woodworking to Lead Belly, to fine art, to surfcasting. He was dynamic and indefinable. He was a poet in a Red Sox cap. He could change a tire while eulogizing the merits of Riojan reds. He was the last guy you would expect to lose his soul to a video game. He seemed so strong, so vital, so immune.

Apparently, he’s immune to charm spells too.

 

Here’s a story that’s perfect for the pre-Valentine’s celebrations. Over at The Phoenix, Janelle Randazza recounts her own experiences of losing a significant other to World of Warcraft.

She mentions how her boyfriend slowly fell into the enchanted timesink of doom that is WoW. Despite her attempts to pull him away from it for a little while, from little hints with books and invitations to go on moonlit strolls (“But this moon is full. The one outside is barely a sliver!” he says.), Blizzard‘s MMO has proven the stronger by monopolizing her boyfriend.

Like a eulogy to a champion of the realms, she laments the man she once knew and the man who now sits there before her:

This is a guy who used to navigate through conversations with enviable skill. He could talk about anything from woodworking to Lead Belly, to fine art, to surfcasting. He was dynamic and indefinable. He was a poet in a Red Sox cap. He could change a tire while eulogizing the merits of Riojan reds. He was the last guy you would expect to lose his soul to a video game. He seemed so strong, so vital, so immune.

Apparently, he’s immune to charm spells too.