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Originally posted by p0thead
raid, get rare drop, get amiable faction, side quests like that #$@#$ ancient cyclops.... gets so monotonous so i had to play cs for a couple of hours, then back to EQ. about 3 days straight... my gf freaked out when she found out i dint sleep for 3 days. EQ does ruin lives, and when you think about it, its not that fun either! you spend 20 hours to get an extra 50 hp, wow. now does anyone despise a game they used to love? i can not stand EQ at all, i hate myself for spending all that time in that game.
EDIT: Oh yeah, this was during the raving days. so i would drop some E and go run around Norrath all day listening to trance on my laptop, and when you drop E, you tweek for days easily.
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Yeah. I also got hung up on EQ. I finally had to force myself to quit cold turkey. I would run home from work everyday so I could jump into the game and I'd play until around midnight and then do the same thing the following day. I found myself sometimes even taking a sick day just so that I could play. It was sad. Finally I said.....ENOUGH! And stopped playing all together and cancelled my account because it was TOTALLY taking over my life. I remember I was so addicted and into my character...that I would scream and curse my ass off when I died. Once, a friend of mine talked me into going to this island with a friend of hers to fight a giant. I was a 14th level Mage I do believe. I didn't think I was ready for it but went anyway. It took us over a HALF AN HOUR (in real time not game time) to get there because we had to take all of these boats to get there including a rowboat that we rowed ourselves over to the Island. So we get there and we're about to setup a strategy when her friend who's a warrior runs down the hill to attack the giant before we were all ready. So my friend who was a Cleric goes running after him all pissed off and to make sure she was ready with the heal. I follow so that I can cast the spells from a distance. The warrior dies. The Cleric dies but he's in the red. I throw some last spells on him but he doesn't go down. I turn and haul ass and he follows me. I jump into the water thinking that perhaps the Giant wouldn't get into the water but he did. I'm about a good 200 feet out from the Island now swimming for dear life hoping to reach a safe distance and I finally realized that I wasn't going to make it. So....I swam back for shore because I realized that if I didn't make it there before I died...my body and all my gear would be lost in the Ocean forever. I didn't make it. I was about 150 feet out from the shore when he pummeled the hell outta me. I think I almost had a fucking heart attack. I can't remember cursing and ranting and banging things around so much in my entire life. That was a truly scary moment in my life when I realized i'm way too addicted to a game and I needed to get out. So I did.
P.S. For those of you who want to know...I went back to the Island to find my body with my friend and tried to remember where I had jumped into the water. It took me about a good half hour of swimming around, but I finally found it about a good 100 feet down hanging off the edge of an underwater cliff. Another foot out and my body would've been at the bottom and it would've been too deep for me to retrieve it. I wouldn't have even found it. It took me about 10 times of diving down to my body and then dragging all of the stuff off into my inv and then running back up for air. Needless to say that when that was done, I hauled ass back to the row boat and left immediately and never went back again.