Runescape Required

So, I took a class that required me to play Runescape. No, I’m not kidding.

I wasn’t actually as disoriented by this activity as my classmates were. Despite being old, and not having played a video game for over 10 years, I actually have a strong background in Role Playing Games, going back to my Dungeons & Dragons days. Back in college, I  started playing games like Icewind Dale, and I already had a cast of virtual identities whose heads I was used to getting into. It had been quite some time, though, so I decided to play through the tutorials as a “generic-made-up-on-the-fly character”, named Finnkillian. Then, I planned to switch to one of my favorite characters if the game was worth my time.

To this point, all of my characters tend to stay near or only a few steps from my real identity “alignment” ( a gaming term for moral, political, ethical, and relational tendencies). I imagine that I project a lot more of my own personal bias and thoughts onto my character than most role players I know.

In games, somewhat like real life, I’m a helper, so I tend to take on everyone’s quests. I also tend toward exploration, so I wandered around and talked to a lot of people. This can get one bogged down quickly, and I had a limited amount of time to complete a specific quest for class. Usually, I can putz around and do whatever I like in these games. As a result, after logging a couple of hours on the tutorial, I decided to expedite my experience. I knew I needed to do one of the quests I had been assigned for class, but every time I tried to go to Lumbridge Castle, where the quests began, the game kicked me back to finish with the trolls.

The last straw came when I was helping feed some refugees. I happened to have several cooked meals in my inventory, including a delicious rabbit sandwich. I handed them over. Sister, I forget her name, was thrilled. She even referred to the rabbit sandwich as a heavenly combination. The quest said I had completed it, but I couldn’t move on until I planted potatoes, caught a bird, etc. I turned off the tutorial and headed for Lumbridge.


The Runescape group quest, or task, was pretty straight forward. I was a little disappointed that we couldn’t truly collaborate as much as I would have thought. I was, for example, surprised that we could all collect some wool, and share it with someone in the group when it was time to present. The wool cannot be dropped or transferred. The black wool actually… You can drop all of the white wool you want to. I did try to share items, such as armor and swords, among my teammates, but we really didn’t need to equip ourselves for battle to shear sheep. Apparently, there was a “thing” about that was eating people, but we never ran into that. My classmate, Bill, took some armor and a scimitar that I offered. I enjoyed watching him test it on a chicken.

Whe the class was over, I kept playing this game off and on until it went to complete crap on my Mac. After a month or so, I was able to troubleshoot the technical issues and opened it back up. It was then that I had discovered an update to the combat system, which caused me to be unable to use any of my equipment. I had essentially been downgraded by the upgrade. I left. I haven’t been back.


Welcome to Zippy Plays

‘Ello ‘ello ‘ello…

Welcome to my Blog. I’m going to write about stuff here. It will make you feel warm and fuzzy all over…

I want to take up a useful hobby, lead a more active lifestyle, and spend more time on martial arts, but many days I find myself exhausted from the continuous onslaught of attacks from my prodigal spouse and can do nothing else but sit or sleep… Despite myself, I have returned to video games to decompress and de-stress and socialize. This is key when my friends are burned out on “hanging out with the divorced guy”… Why are you reading this? This is depressing to write, let alone read. Maybe I am depressed. I’m going to go eat a tastycake…

…and we’re back. Anyway, I now find myself navigating the world of guilds and factions; acronyms like pvp, pve, lfm, afk, etc.; and trying to decide if it is okay to spend money on a video game. As a 39 year old who has not played a game since FFVII and Baldur’s Gate, back in 1998, I feel a little out of my element. These are my experiences looking for a good game and trying to find community.

To understand what I am going to be writing about and the perspective from which my thoughts will come, let’s establish a few things up front…

  1. I am a n00b – Okay, so I try not to be a n00b in the sense of having no will to learn any more… I am just a little slow on the uptake… I am trying. I aspire to be a “newb”, but my persistent cluelessness likely annoys folks around me. I try, and my heart is in the right place. I’m 39. This takes some getting used to.
  2. I am a Socializer – This refers to the Bartle Test. I am all about interacting, helping folks out, and interacting… did I mention interacting? I would rather help a team do a dungeon that I’ve done 50 times than go accomplish a quest that I need to complete. I will do anything to be as helpful as I can to just about anyone I meet. I used to be an Explorer, but I am becoming more of an Achiever, simply because I want to be a help to those on my team. It’s hard to make friends when your gear sucks so bad that you can’t help them kill anything…
  3.  I do have a life – Being a Socializer is hard when most guilds expect yout to be uber-active. I am probably playing more often than I should be when I am home alone, but when I have my children, I am going to be inactive. My kids come first. That’s just how it is… Finding other folks in-game that understand single-parenthood is difficult.
  4. I have a Mac – Yeah, I know. #fail. I did use Bootcamp to install Win7. I enjoyed the challenge of using Wine for awhile, but Gameguard is killing games for Wine one by one.
  5. I struggle – I struggle to find a game that I like that I have no moral qualms about. I am a mess… Pray for me.

I look forward to getting some actual content on here soon, but hey, everything has to start somewhere.