I just realized I haven’t updated my resume in a while. Outdated information.
It was at lvl 55 that I really started getting a handle of the game. I had figured out the back channels and forums, (the secret club house where the senpais hung out.)
This was a beautiful Perfect World™(International). A Wuzia genre world presenting a strange homecoming a decade past when I left my real world table top L5R group, to raise my new baby.
Kind of like the universe gave me
>> Permission to immerse.<<
I realized I built my blademaster as jack of all trades, which would not work in THIS world.
I had 30 levels in the wrong direction. It was sad and changed everything between us.
The juxtaposed, the side by side of me in the Make it Happen Mode and him in whatever he called what he was doing.
Might be noted: I am not afraid of “newb.” It is the funnest lvls to be in, All Blush with basic questions, getting skinned knees and blisters, still stretching for the big shiny dream of the high bar.
Let’s talk about these playmates.
Who are you training with?
Who is your high bar?
Hold up your senpai’s and heroes.
Put them in front of you so you remember what you are aiming towards.
Align your compass.
Be grateful for the lessons.
These teachers are rare.
Thank you Zhi, Ziao Di, Rapid Wolf, Lancaster, and Warlocked. Honored to be part of that world with you.
Otherwise I would have only had the villains, who turned against me quickly and venomously looking to dish the beatdown.
Even in this Simulacrum, this virtual world in a weird ironic twist the mantle was put on My shoulders (again) and I rose to leadership.
(The real world metaphor I use here is “tri-athlete”. It’s far more helpful to spend your time with people training for their marathon, than it is to team up with people who fear challenges and hard work. People, Places, and Things.)
> You really gotta let that sink in. <
If I truly want to live heroically, why am I surrounding myself with villains?
Or why am I taking the bad guy’s quest?
In this wuxia game you have to focus on a particular weapon style for bladesmasters. Swords, Lance or Axe/Hammer, reflective of light, medium, and heavy armors.
Of course I am a Axe/Hammer Heavy Metal Battle Babe tanking for the team and holding the big boss, shoulder to shoulder with the Barbarians. Where else would I be? Of course I joined a faction reflective of my code of honor and personal principles.
To be True and have Heart.
Of course I trained up an army of Blademasters, I inherited the faction and passed on leadership to my most powerful Generals, when I had to leave after his (my man) and half the faction’s betrayal.
Plot Summary: The awards and achievements did not fall upon the wizard. His embitterment and entitlement grew. He clung to his tail-coat flying to syphon exp from more powerful players, researched only the exploits and cheat codes,… Or gambling for lucky packs. Seriously >>> picked his poisons and found his poison playmates. Then (da da da dum) wondered why he was so unprepared when the real work arrived. Complete mystery. Clueless.
Conclusion: A really unsettling betrayal with ma$$ive real world results. Damage never acknowledged. Never repaired. ….And the topic was avoided with remarkable cowardice.
This plot is a troupe.
Overplayed.
Black Queen’s crude opening gambit (lies) on White Queen’s game board (truth.) Bad Form. That’s not my game and no one will ever make me play it again.
But I miss my Heroes there. I miss being among them in that energetic drive to level up their Character.
Traveler Chimiru 
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