It was while I was fighting the undead filth that it dawned on me why I was still playing, even though two weeks had elapsed.
This game lets me kill the Living Dead.
Friends who know me know I have an unusual perception when it comes to the living dead. This is because, while I was growing up, my two brothers and I were trained by a friend who was obsessed with the living dead. The Day of the Dead, The Return of the Living Dead, The Dawn of the Dead...I've seen them all. Even the really crappy ones.
He pummelled our brain with tactics and strategies if ever the dead should arise from their cold graves. If a comet ever causes the brains of the dead to reanimate...you know I'm ready. Thanks to him I know where to go first to get a gun. I know which mall to head to, and where Canadian Tire stores their ammo. I've been trained to kill my own brothers in the event that they get bit. When my brother recently purchased a house near a graveyard, we had to have a sit down, and when my friend drove down to visit, his eyes went wide as he was pulling up, and he exclaimed "Have I taught you nothing!".
For these small reasons I'm enjoying DAoC. Now if they will only let me kill Triffids and damn dirty apes, I'd be in heaven.
Oh yeah...I got horribly lost when I was trying to get to Camelot. I decided to head south and keep going until I got to where I thought Camelot should be. I don't know where I ended up, but I'd like to call this picture "Where the sidewalk ends".
My wife was nice enough to point out the map that was sitting in the open DAoC box after the ordeal. From now on I promise to use it.
