My better half and I have been gaming for over 10 years now, and raiding together for a good chunk of that time. When my husband took his latest job, it made our raiding schedules entirely incompatible, and just too darn difficult to coordinate. However, now that I’m the only raider in the house, I’m starting to notice all kinds of odd behaviors that never bothered me before.
Really, on the whole, I like to think I come across as some nice, warm person who you’d like to spend the evening chatting with. In reality, while a raid is in progress, I am constantly rolling my eyes, snapping out disparaging commentary about your most recent raid strategy, and in general, being a total witch. You’d think I’d know this about myself by now, but before, I was always talking TO someone–namely my spouse–because we were in the thick of things together. Yakking about the FAIL helps me relieve the tension of raiding so that I’m not stark raving mad at the end of a 3-hour wipe-fest; however, it’s a bit disconcerting to find yourself being THAT catty… even if the mic isn’t open!
Oh, but it gets a bit more neurotic from there. Fortunately for me, I’m a pretty swift auditory learner, so having someone spend a minute breaking down a particularly nasty section of the fight really helps me get it straight in my own mind. However, who has time to stop every pull to explain that crap? Never fear, Windsoar is here! When returning from a particularly nasty screw-up, I talk myself through the problem. Later, I might write a post, or send a tweet for advice, but when I’m in raid mode, I’ve found to many tabs rolling is really distracting. Since I can’t count on someone else imprinting the FAIL in my brain, I do it for myself, which leaves me mumbling incoherent bursts of random abilities, positioning, and other raiding crap to myself. When I had a raiding partner, I could explain it to him, thus eliminating the stigma of talking to myself.
I’ve also noticed that my vocabulary during an encounter has noticeably regressed to four major words: fuck, shit, damn, idiot. My husband arrived home from work during a particularly brutal encounter a couple of weeks ago, and threatened to set up a swear jar for raid nights. I, of course, shared this with the raid, and now Roksi and I have a growing list of places we could visit–Haiti, China, Pluto for a mining expedition–that we can now afford based on our current swear jar fund.
On a more QQ note, this is the first time that I ever felt like my spouse had the glazed look of a non-WoW person who you’re talking about a game too. While my husband still plays, is diligently working on another character, and continuing to spruce up his main, he has little to no interest in studying raid strategies or discussing end-game encounter tactics that he won’t be employing anytime soon. Despite that, he remains my greatest cheerleader, oooohing over the raid’s upgrades, cheering when I’m jumping up and down with excitement over a new kill, and generally, encouraging me to continue enjoying the an activity he knows I love.
Are you the only raider/gamer? Does it make you feel weird!?