It was sunday night, and I was playing City of Heroes. Not especially unusual or exiciting, but then I had been away for a while. There was some sort of task
force discussion going on in the Legendary channel, but I wasn't really paying attention, for I was in full-blown Scrapperlock.
And for once, it was actually on a scrapper. Most of the time these days, I found melee characters kind of boring to play, so I'd been focusing on more
strategy-oriented types like controllers. But tonight, I was just in this sort of mood. And while Alexis Morgan didn't feel like quite as much of an
invincible juggernaut as my main controller character (and isn't that a weird thing to contemplate), there was something deeply enjoyable about watching
the parade of "Missed!" messages as the mobs try and fail to hurt you.
It was getting pretty late though, and the Circle of Thorns weren't exactly an exciting experience to fight anymore, so I was looking forward to finishing
up this mission and going to bed.
Well, the mission finished soon enough, but not quite how I had planned. It was like I just blinked, and when I looked back at the screen, I'd been
disconnected. Not even a "Lost connection to mapserver" overlay to taunt you with the "Will you reconnnect in time, or won't you?" Just
pow, disconnected.
I considered logging back in, but my heart wasn't really in it. When I lose all my progress on a mission like that, it pretty much kills my mood for
playing the game at all, and it was already late enough. So I just closed the client, turned off the monitor, and went to bed.
***
Waking up a different gender than I went to sleep as wasn't that unusual for me, so I didn't pay any attention to it. It wasn't like there was
anyone in the house who was going to ogle my breasts (or, as it happened, anyone else in the house), so what was the problem?
It wasn't until after I'd eaten breakfast and went to brush my teeth that the sight of red hair in the mirror made me realize something.
Waking up a different gender *was* unusual for me. It was, in fact, something that had never happened before, except in my imagination.
What the hell was going on here?
force discussion going on in the Legendary channel, but I wasn't really paying attention, for I was in full-blown Scrapperlock.
And for once, it was actually on a scrapper. Most of the time these days, I found melee characters kind of boring to play, so I'd been focusing on more
strategy-oriented types like controllers. But tonight, I was just in this sort of mood. And while Alexis Morgan didn't feel like quite as much of an
invincible juggernaut as my main controller character (and isn't that a weird thing to contemplate), there was something deeply enjoyable about watching
the parade of "Missed!" messages as the mobs try and fail to hurt you.
It was getting pretty late though, and the Circle of Thorns weren't exactly an exciting experience to fight anymore, so I was looking forward to finishing
up this mission and going to bed.
Well, the mission finished soon enough, but not quite how I had planned. It was like I just blinked, and when I looked back at the screen, I'd been
disconnected. Not even a "Lost connection to mapserver" overlay to taunt you with the "Will you reconnnect in time, or won't you?" Just
pow, disconnected.
I considered logging back in, but my heart wasn't really in it. When I lose all my progress on a mission like that, it pretty much kills my mood for
playing the game at all, and it was already late enough. So I just closed the client, turned off the monitor, and went to bed.
***
Waking up a different gender than I went to sleep as wasn't that unusual for me, so I didn't pay any attention to it. It wasn't like there was
anyone in the house who was going to ogle my breasts (or, as it happened, anyone else in the house), so what was the problem?
It wasn't until after I'd eaten breakfast and went to brush my teeth that the sight of red hair in the mirror made me realize something.
Waking up a different gender *was* unusual for me. It was, in fact, something that had never happened before, except in my imagination.
What the hell was going on here?