“Daddy, when I grow up I want to be a hero just like in your games!”
“What, you want to run around a forest with an aggressive moose ineffectually butting you in the back as you try to pick berries for a bone-idle elf who wants to host a dinner party?”
I think I’ll probably stick to reading The Hobbit as the foundation for mini-Melmoth’s fantasy aspirations, for now.
If you played EVE, the child might have dreamed of someday being a trucker, coal miner, or carjacker.
At least with EVE I wouldn’t have to dread the day she asks me for her My First Chainmail Bikini.
…well, at least until Ambulation is implemented. And the chainmail bikini update, obviously.
Hopefully by the time that’s released she’ll have far outgrown her chainmail bikini phase; although by then she’ll probably be obliterating my iTunes library and holding all my songs to ransom, before popping my iPod anyway, just for the fun of it.
Don’t forget to “Politician” to the list!