I can't really call this a Starcraft Diaries entry because I'll only be talking about the game briefly. I mentioned I wanted to talk about sexism in gaming and nerd culture, but I don't want to parrot all the opinions flying back and forth across the internet.
Really, this is less of a post and more of an excuse for me to relate the most hilariously awful gaming experience of my life. Its been forever since I wrote anything (even for the Starcraft Diaries, though I have TONS of material) so I'm hoping to get the brain juices flowing once more. Alrighty. So, there's a group that meets every other Saturday at my preferred game store to play Pathfinder. I love me some Pathfinder, so I decided to join one of the open tables.
Ah, the keeping of journals is a wonderful thing, allowing one to look back and see an earlier version of oneself in the days when the future was golden and one had not yet stupidly fallen prey to cannon rushing. More than once. My shame is endless. I'm serious about the journaling, though - I think it might be interesting to chart my progress and changes in perspective while I learn this game and look back later to see how silly I was. So that might be what this blog is turning into, we'll see. I'm buying Guild Wars 2 soon, and I'm sure I'll have plenty to say about that.
Alright, I admit I'm indulging in a bit of hyperbole there. Losing is not really awesome, but its good for you. Like broccoli and showering. Winning feels amazing, don't get me wrong. Watching your horde of carefully built up units tearing through an enemy base until you see that 'gg' in the chat before the victory screen pops up engenders a special kind of elation. Sometimes there isn't the 'gg', sometimes there's an angry "f u ck yuou" (misspelling taken verbatim) but that is a separate thing that I will get into later.