Few things give me more irritation and grief than your common, garden-variety escort mission. Years ago I came to the personal realization that, well, I didn’t have to do them. I like to think my life has gotten better as a result of that. I can say that I’ve been reasonably free and clear for years.
Yes, every now and then I’m forced to take a hit and do one or two. But believe me, it’s not by choice. A designer somewhere had the idea of putting one of those in the middle of a primary quest line, or even worse as the necessary step to perform in order to progress into another area. That’s how it is. I hate them. With a passion. But sometimes we’re forced to do them. I don’t think I’m alone in this.
Just what is it about escort missions that make me feel as if I had eaten week-old meatloaf?
No, no, it ain’t like that. You’d think that it’s just a matter of putting the ingredients together, mixing it up, heating a little and bada-bing, there you go – you have your seven-layer cake of MMO cream.
Well, they’re not technically “my guys”; we don’t shower together and I don’t run with that crew, but I like their work a lot.
If you’re (still) unfamiliar with the uncanny valley theory, you can
Probably one of the most used and abused phrases of 2007, that one.
Okay. Just shoot from the hip on this one. A simple scenario and a simple question:
(or how I learned to stop worrying and love RMT)