“When you were born you shit yourself all the time, couldn’t talk and your hands were too small to shoryuken. in other words you really sucked at being a person, but thats ok, when you start out at anything you will suck, the same is true for making games.” — Sophie Houlden, via Ascii Dreams

So very true. And that’s why, despite some setbacks and poor decisions early on, my days of crazy and impractical projects are far from over.

Also: I couldn’t even shoryuken until a couple of years ago.

(This was originally posted in June 2009 over on my old LiveJournal, but I’ve decided to resurrect it for a re-post here on Gravec.at. I also recommend checking out the original LJ comments thread for a similar homeless Sims misadventure with MycroftB’s Minnie Stickyfingers: “And still, when she walks up to a stranger’s house, covered in her own excrement, not having even been near soap in weeks, carrying a few bags of garbage, and asking to be let in, they’re still stupid enough to invite her inside, where she steals their TV and pisses all over the carpet.”)

Meet Hobo McHoberson, the latest unwelcome and generally unliked resident in an otherwise fairly pleasant town. His personality traits include Inappropriate, Slob, Clumsy, Loser and Mooch, and his life wish is Gold Digger, which I think involves marrying someone rich and then offing them to inherit the money. Silly Hobo, rich people would never marry someone as ugly and smelly as you.

Day one was fairly productive. After moving in and immediately starting a fight with Xander, the neighbor, Hobo decides to get into the swing of things and beg for food, with resounding success. Not merely content to insult a stranger and eat his sandwich, Mr. McHoberson invited himself in and started making inappropriate advances towards Xander’s girlfriend, begging her for money, then finally just giving up and raiding the fridge. Look how happy he is with those stolen beans! And after a long day’s harrassment, it’s time to take a nap in someone else’s bed.

After a pleasant sleep, more lewd advances, followed by assault and further begging, and to top it off, Hobo’s depravity knows no bounds as he tries to get it on with someone twice his age before the residents finally get tired of his stench and eject our hero from the premeses, with stolen book clutched firmly in grubby hand.

It was a pretty good first day, with several free meals and a whopping §6 mooched from the unfortunate neighbors. Sometimes, I wish my life was as awesome as Hobo McHoberson’s. Don’t you?

Have. Have. It’s “could have,” not “could of.” God dammit, people.

Well, it seems that I don’t often write about life in general unless things are grim, so here’s a somewhat more upbeat summary of life as a whole lately:

Life’s been interesting, which is to say, it’s been up and down like a rollercoaster but never fails to beat the tedious drudgery that I’d experience without the chaos. My programming projects have been put on temporary hold lately as I’ve been focusing on World of Warcraft and my electronics project, suffering the relentless and thoroughly unwelcome, oppressive heat of the summer and other associated annoyances that come with this most loathesome of seasons, and both pondering and happily resolving a few confusions and points of contention regarding relationship-related matters. I don’t usually mention much related to my love-life on this blog for a number of reasons, but let me assure those of you who care about my mental stability that things could not be better right now on that front.

Oh, and I walked face-first into a street sign that was far too low yesterday, because the sun was in my eyes and making it hard to see where the hell I was going. Normally I wouldn’t admit this at all, but I know for a fact that people are going to ask what’s with the cuts and bruises, and I’m not nearly manly enough to be able to lie and say it was the result of a bar-fight, and you should have seen the other guy.

In conclusion: Life rocks, and my face is pretty much okay. That is all.

I don’t think any of us wanted it to end like this, saying goodbye to the Horde cities one last time before we faction-transfer over to join our other friends on the Alliance side, but it honestly feels like there’s no real choice anymore. The faction balance on European World of Warcraft realms — the PVE ones, at least — is absurdly biased towards the Alliance, with most being outnumbered by three or even four times, world PVP objectives such as Wintergrasp and the older Outland areas such as Halaa are what I bitterly refer to as perma-blue, a state where the Alliance simply swarm in with superior numbers every time the Horde make any attempt to capture, and time and time again, Blizzard have shown no particular willingness to even lift a finger to change the status quo.

Worse, the people we know who play the game are split across factions, some of them clinging vehemently to the Horde side with the Fluff guild, others occupying the Alliance as Steel Vanguard, both sides too staunch to change their position until now. With raiding possibilities looking bleak due to dwindling numbers and PVP being little more than a joke as the larger-sized Alliance faction facerolls everything with glutinous fury, it’s harder and harder to find reasons to keep playing Horde. I’ll miss being a Tauren and I’ll miss Thunder Bluff, Orgrimmar and the Undercity — never did like Silvermoon much — but I won’t miss being the underdog time and time again, and having the odds stacked so heavily against me.