I blame Phil. Usually I blame Bartje, but unfortunately he is blameless in this case, so it has to be Phil.

It was Phil who told me to visit the DarkLife sim. And he spoke of levels and of killing monsters. As it so happens I was in the mood for killing (a rare thing for me, but RL toothache has given me violent tendencies) and so I went to visit.

At first my pack wouldn’t register, but when I returned the following day, all was well and the blood-letting could begin.

Of course I had no clue what I was doing and am too impatient to read help manuals, etc, but I persevered, listened in on other people’s conversations and generally waved my sword and shield about until things began to make a little more sense.

So, it’s turning out to be a lot of fun and keeps me from being bored when my friends are offline

However, those people who stood and watched while I exhausted myself killing mosquitoes and then waited until I had to run back to the healing shrine (I say run, but the lag of course means a bit of slow motion waddling!) before they moved in for the kill and poached my loot … well … I’ve got your name buddy and some day I’m going to be a higher level than you .. watch your back!

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