The most ancient and wise Wilhelm Arcturus says a lot of words on the apparent status of the MMO blogging community. He seems to wonder if the golden age of MMO blogging, where the ‘sphere was a thing, is fading or gone. Things used to be so good… then, he says.
Wilhelm references the New Blogger Initiative, and I want to reference my post on the subject as well. A few people got it, but using a cowboy as a metaphor for a veteran blogger of the MMO ‘sphere speaks on many levels. Maybe Wilhelm got it too since he spoke of not getting worked up at the latest drama rodeo.
Blogging in MMO’s is an endless trail, and the trail is littered with bones of fallen games and comrades. There are also those of us who left, seemingly for another planet of work. The big leagues. I like to think that sometimes they shed a tear for the old and dusty. It feels like the trail used to be a monumental adventure then. The fervor surrounding the Warhammer Online herd is constantly pegged as the high point.
I find that right now my immediate posse is Bhagpuss and Jeromai, mostly because we are traveling along with the Guild Wars 2 herd. Syp sometimes joins us, but mostly he has bigger fish to fry. All the rest, well I read ‘em. Sometimes all I have though is the barest of nods towards their passions and laments. I miss a few, but the land is too dry to waste water on tears.
The people of Reddit, well I find that I am quite liking their town. Many of them are like bloggers. Cowboys without a proper horse. Maybe it’s a soapbox with wheels, but in town they have plenty that will stop and listen. The Feedly eye-in-the-sky transmits my full tales to those around the world. It doesn’t give me much in return, but I don’t mind… that’s how I get most of my news on the trail. I doubt I would be checking out Mr. Wilhelm’s thoughts otherwise. Google Plus (or whatever it’s called now) is supposedly a thing too, where perhaps a bunch of cowboys and cowgirls retired to talk around their pool-sized water cooler.
Sometimes we ride together. Sometimes we fight. Sometimes we herd the newest genetically-modified cow-thing, and other times we’re prodding along Ol’ Bessy who is too tough and dry for most. The thing is, our trail is our own. That’s why we continue to blog. That’s why we’ll be riding a long time.
There is no prairie sun. There is no happy ending. There is only the trail. May it take us all.