Spritely Happy Fun Time: Rebooted

  On Squid's Boyfriend's urging, I started a new game and a new character on Terraria, just to get the hang of the game and figure it out, just as I had to when I first started playing, well, any other game.  So I started a new character (I named her Testinggobbedlygook for those of you slightly less disinterested than the rest of you) and put her in a world named Sudoku & Nanograms.

Testing in her new world.

The world was charming, full of trees and sunshine. So I started digging around, and eventually I fell down into a deep hole. I managed to grab some blinkroot on the way down, so it got even darker as I fell. I was also being chased by zombies and slimes and eyeballs at this point. I was kind of panicked, being a nooblet to the game and all that. Until I reached the bottom of that great hole, and, with the silence of safety, pulled out a torch.

Beauty is a nice piece of storage-ware.

Oh happiness! I fell down a lucky hole! Right before me was a beautiful golden chest! My first one ever! I don't even remember what was in it, I was so excited just to find one. I think there was a magical ring, some potions, and a few iron ingots. Nothing super amazing, but enough to be excited about, anyway. Except for the fact that it existed. I pried the chest off the ground and took it with me.

I was also hoping that that would be part of a larger dungeon, but no, it was just an isolated room. Just one room, with one gold chest, and one pot. I broke the pot too.

All my joy at finding the golden chest soon turned to despair though. After I had climbed out of the hole and made my way back to my derpy little house, I talked to Garret, the guide/crafting helper, and asked him how many fallen stars I would need to increase my mana. I had six. I needed ten. Thank you, Garrett! I finished talking to him, then watched in horror as he threw my six fallen stars on the ground. No! Don't! It's daytime, they'll - poof.  They poofed. Fallen stars disappear in the daytime.

Later, Garrett, I'm out.

Maybe next time I can find a way to lock Garret in a tiny room.

Spritely Happy Fun Time!

So I bought Terraria a while back on Steam when it was on sale for 4 bucks or something like that, but I didn't play it much because shortly after setting up a multiplayer server so my husband and I could play together, we exceeded our bandwith for the month and had no internet for about three weeks.

Terraria being on Steam, which requires the internet, I didn't play much again for fear of running up our bandwith. Until today, I decided to try it out. I started up a new world, and found with glee that all of the items my husband (who is a Terraria veteran) had thrown at me during our brief multiplayer stint stuck with me. So I had great weapons and armor.... but I had no idea how to play. So I'm working my way through a world save named Cherry Chapstick and I don't know what this thing is that I found under my house. And it's not very far under my house, either. Yes, I know I could look it up. But I am lazy in a strange way, and instead of taking 30 seconds to look it up on Google, I'm going to take five minutes + however long it takes you, my mythical readers, to respond, and ask if you know what this thing under my house is and how I get rid of it.

Yes, I know it's dark and hard to see. Please tell me what this thing is though.

Also, if you know of any reliable, easy to navigate Terraria guides, I'd be greatly grateful. (......?)

Greatly grateful????

Does This Mean I Have No Life?

So I finally did it.

I cancelled my lotro sub.

And yes, I shed a couple tears before I hit that green button. Does that mean I take the game too seriously? Does that mean I have no life? Probably.

Do I care? Yes.

We can't justify paying for three mmo subs right now, and with SW:TOR still pretty fresh on our plates, lotro, being the old, worn out, flataslastweek'snewspaper game, it had to go.

So why was it so hard for me to cancel? I've waited weeks to do this. I've wanted to find a way around it. I considered using Christmas money to pay for another year's sub. I considered all sorts of things to scrounge up the money to pay for another year's sub. In the exit survey, one of the questions asked was "what can we (Turbine) do to bring you back to Lotro?" I put in that they could give me a free lifetime sub if they wanted, because honestly, there is nothing wrong with their game (or wrong enough to drive me away).

I just don't have the time (or, more importantly, the money) to keep paying for it.

I guess it is all the time I have put into the game over the years that is killing me. All the fun memories I have of running things with Squid. The friends I've made - who thankfully, have moved around with me to other games (I'm looking at you, Minecraft and SW:TOR, and yes, even you, stupid Tanks).

I think my biggest fear in hitting that green button was that this felt like a betrayal to Indrabar. She's been with me for so long, and hey, it is an rpg, after a while it does begin to feel like that pixelated thing on the screen is a part of you, and that you really did defeat Mordirith or clear out Sammath Gul or down a dragon or two.

It feels like a betrayal because there was no Indrabar in SW:TOR yet, and there probably won't be, because, as my husband once said when I was creating my character for that short stint in SWG,  - "It's not a very Star Warsy name. It just sounds, well, elvish." So, for SWG, I went with Tsuka, and Tsuka is now in SW:TOR.


Tsuka was also in Skyrim, instead of Indrabar. A psychologist might say that two personalities are fighting for control.

Yes, I know it is just a game.

Yes, I am a sane, mature adult. If I wasn't, I wouldn't have cancelled.

Just because I am an adult though doesn't mean I have to be happy about the choices we are sometimes forced to make.

 Well, here's to the 20th, and whatever changes that will bring to Indrabar and the rest of my lotro characters. Hopefully they won't all just poof into thin air. Hopefully I won't cry like an idiot again.

Maybe now I can have a real life, you know, in the real world.


If I was able, I would give Indrabar permission to punch me in the face for just metaphorically indefinitely locking her in a dark cell with no chance of sunlight or ever seeing her forty-nine horses and three goats again..