made it THREE WHOLE ENTIRE DAYS

before some jackass came along and smashed my hearthfire. (Not really sure why.....I was wearing noob linens and it offended him? [shrugs]). Been back over a month and haven't been killed yet by ANYTHING (

) No boars, bears, river pirates, trolls, Flame tunneling thru an extensive cave network to take over a mine that didn't even produce cave bulbs--never mind ore--rats (yeah, got hung up on one several worlds ago and a bear feasted well that night--so I blame the rat), Trolls, foxes, leeches, or cave-ins have made the little gray skull-cloud do the boogie-woogie over my pitiful corpse. Yet. I will probably log back in tomorrow and be dead as a doorknob with a hole in my pali wall you can run a herd of bison thru, all my "good crops" gone, my "bad" ones pulled and dumped to rot, grass planted over all my pavements, and my critters dead and/or turned loose...yeah, have had a few run ins with griefers. But--and here's the thing--as pain in the ass as this game can get/is, as much as we (or at least I do this from time to time) sling a mug of coffee at the wall while screaming about the latest H&H violation (be it by programmer or person), I keep returning to this frikkin' thing. I've been playing since World One. Been killed so many times it's ridiculous. Had toons I was proud of. Had others I suicided by river (or bear. once by ants even) due to sheer disgust at not being able to accomplish what I wanted. I have rage-quitted several times. But....you know. I get bored. I miss the drama of being damned sure not to screw up and die cause perma-death is a pox-marked bitch. I miss the adrenalin rush of getting a boar to chase you home and slamming his head in the pali gate so you can leisurely pelt him with your sling (yeah, I hunt from a boat until I get about 40 on my shtuffs. Deal with it.) I miss the snarkiness of the uberplayers posts when butthurt victims whine. I start thinking about tooling around in the abandoned villages and large de-claimed plots (absolutely LOVE scavenging) looking for anything the original raiders might have left behind that I can use. And the next thing you know, I'm back.....not that anyone cares 'cept me. Hiding deep in the woods (hate living on the open. no ideal how other hermits deal with not having any cover), cautiously heading to the river or out on a foot patrol. constantly on the look out for things that kill (maim I can handle: bought the first aid skill.

)...learning about others in the neighborhood so I can make damn sure i don't run into them and/or any territory they could possibly feel territorial about. This game is FUN; it makes you think. makes you scream, throw things, stomp down the hall cussing some dude three continents over cause he stole your boat. Makes you not smoke so damned much cause you damn sure DO NOT go AFK on Haven & Hearth! (okay, getting down off my soap box now.

) ps: i say damn alot, no?