Questions
by Lucian C. Ban
Raiding hard, year after year,
Ever improving my already imba gear,
I sit and ponder on a freezing shore:
"Why should I strive out now for more?
Why should I care for shiny swords,
When they are really only words?"
The time goes by, really... unfelt,
The months and days begin to melt...
In memory, in dream, in mind...
Even my real name is hard to find...
The questions twist and grow in size,
No real answers have arise'...
Maybe because it's late at night,
Maybe because the dimming light...
A glimpse of wisdom whispers from the deep:
"Maybe you should now go to sleep..."
But, no! I am so close to end the quest!
And after - maybe - I will rest!
"There is another day tomorrow...
Sleep now and you will feel no sorrow"
My eyes grow heavy, image blurs,
I feel like I am wrapped in furs...
Slowly, soo slowly the image dim,
And I slip easily in dream...
May 14, 2009
Origin story:
Originally posted on my old blog. As I mentioned there, this World of Warcraft inspired text is about a form of gaming addiction, blurring the line between the virtual and real world.
A few notes on the wording used:
RAIDING = scheduled online activity with the purpose of focusing more players to accomplish a specific goal, this can take many hours each day
IMBA = something very powerful, abbreviated gaming slang for “imbalanced”
GEAR = equipment used by the online characters, in order to improve its performance
QUEST = an in-game task which offers rewards after its completion
Note: Image generated by Midjourney AI.