I spent an entire evening vacillating over builds for my warrior in Rift. Initially I was just toying with the idea of trying on a new build for size, to see if it was of a style better suited to the way I play. But it quickly turned into one of those epic shopping expeditions, where my weary character was to be found later sitting outside the changing room of the sixteenth store we’d visited, head in hands, feet barricaded by bags full of builds, while I tried on ‘just one more’.
It eventually got to the point where I’d settled on a natty little number –I fancy it was a rather fetching Riftblade/Reaver ensemble– and I swung my way dramatically out of the Soul Tree changing room with a ‘ta da!’ motion, and a “Well?”
“Well what?” replied my warrior.
“Well, what do you think? I mean, I’m pretty sure this is the one, but there was that adorable Beastmaster/Champion build we saw a few respecs back, and I just wondered what you…”
“I DON’T CARE! I JUST DON’T BLOODY CARE. PICK ONE, FOR GOD’S SAKE, PICK ONE, AND LET’S GO!”
I stared at my warrior, mouth agape momentarily, before my bottom lip slowly crept its way up my face until it covered the end of my nose like a hoodie; my eyeballs gradually filling with tears and becoming slightly macabre snow globes.
“Sorry!” said my warrior, sighing. “I’m sorry. Look, I’ve been stood here performing the idle animation for an hour now. My feet are killing me from all the walking and waiting, my arms ache from hanging on to this sword and shield while being forced to stretch and check my finger nails. And I’m carrying all these bags of builds around. It’s just tiring, you know? I’ve just got to that, tha… I mean, if I hear myself perform a yawn emote one more time I’m going to stab myself in the throat.”
But I’m not listening any more. I’ve put the current build back, in my quiet seething fury, and walked away from the Soul Tree. “It’s fine” I say in a tone which says that it really isn’t, and I pick up the original build I was using at the beginning of the day. “I think I like this one after all” I declare, and my warrior stares at me in disbelief; I stare back, daring them to say something, anything, with regard to the matter.
“Fine.” the weary warrior says.
“Fine.” I say, putting the original build back on.
“I still love you, you know.” my warrior says.
Later that evening, sat on the end of a bed in disarray from the upheaval of frantic passions, I brush flat and start to pull-on my build which had been eagerly cast to the floor earlier.
“I needed that.” I say, as much to the room as anything; perhaps trying to convince myself.
“Feel better?” comes the reply from the other end of the bed.
I turn towards the voice, “I shouldn’t, but I do.”
My cleric alt stretches languorously and smiles at me, “That’s a lovely build, by the way.”
IT BURNS IT BURNS OH GOD ITS SO SICKENING IT MAKES ME TYPE WITH CAPSLOCK ON!
Melmoth, I love you. Amazing.
That’s…actually rather interesting. I liked it. Charming character.
*laughs at Klepsacovic*
Sometimes in these games, there are just too many choices. It’s like when you’re in the store, you just want chips and salsa, and the chips are fine, but for the salsa you have mild and medium and hot, and chipotle and garlic and Southwestern, and then weird flavors like peach, which you may or may not be in the mood for. So you just buy what you bought last time.
*shivers* God, this feels…dirty.
Dear Melmoth, you are one weird but talented writer :)
@Klepsacovic, Chron, Vic Sandman, MrStrange: One of the joys of the Internet is that I no longer have to suffer the internals of my own mind alone.
@Naerrin: I think you’re right that that often happens, but I think it’s primarily down to the player’s mindset. I’ll always be happiest (although a little bewildered from time to time) when a game provides a wide array of choices.
Anyway, I’m hungry now, accursed food-based analogies!