Some years ago I found myself drawn to the gaming world.
At the time I was struggling with my creativity levels, blogging was an alien concept to me and my half finished yawn inducing novel wasn’t going anywhere other than the bin.
So one day I came home from work (obviously I had not given up the day job to pursue a writing career…..I still have a day job BTW) and found my loved one playing this game ‘Baldur’s Gate’. Its an interactive fantasy role playing game developed by BioWare. From looking over his shoulder a lot I found myself drawn to it and I thought it would do wonders for my creative mind.
In a nutshell you got to design your own characters (including clothes, physical build and voice), go wandering about some fantasy lands, buy jewels, keepsakes and weapons (if you are into fighting), attack various monsters, stay at some fabulous virtual inns, select your level of stay at the inns (some required more gold for a bit of luxury), drink virtual ale and build a team of followers.
Now the loved one took this gaming thing seriously and after a couple of weeks his character turned into some sort of fighting legend.
I on the other hand took a different approach with this amazing virtual world.
Whilst the loved one was sweating over winning some big important battle I was worrying about whether there would be enough luxury rooms available for my band of merry followers at the nearest Inn. I was also big in the coloured gem trade so the price of jewels in the next store was a constant concern.
My followers were not selected on the basis of their battle skillset or spells. I chose my followers on the basis of their looks, their outfit and the amount of gold pieces they carried in their money pouch.
I liked all my followers, some more than others. This one below caused me to have many a sleepless night. He is the sort of character who leads you astray, can not be trusted and breaks lots of hearts (Blonde writer goes silent for a while to gaze longingly out of the window).
My gaming experience was short lived as my happy band of followers and I couldn’t move off level three. We would be attacked in the same place every game – coming out of the magical store clutching a load of nifty bargains. I like to think the ‘baddies’ who persisted in wiping us out were just jealous of the small gold piece profit we had made on colourful gems.
I would like to say that I led a happy band of followers but there was some unrest. The untrustworthy character kept flirting with the attractive elf woman in our group. In a fit of jealousy I physically removed them both from my following. I then somehow managed to cheer myself up by innocently bumping into the handsome dude below – sigh!
Things were not rosy 24-7 with this follower as I did have to tell him to ditch the gerbil. This was the low point in our fictional character relationship. Still, I did find that he only had eyes for me (and his gerbil) unlike some I can mention. Sigh!
Happy gaming writers!
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