So, I loved Wildstar. Loved it. Then Rory died, and Zach’s account got hacked all basically in the same week. Also, an entire species that serves as a reminder of my dead pet wasn’t exactly a siren call for me. (Lopp is best, though. For real.) I tried to play again, but I hit level 40 or so, logged in one day, and then realized, “Ugh, I’m an esper.” Logged out. A week passed. And the game just doesn’t have anything to draw me back. It’s a great game, I think, with great craftsmanship–but something about it just isn’t the lust-fueling cocaine that WoW and Evercrack were.
Feels good to be back in the saddle, making comics though. See you next Wednesday, cowpokes.