Never Enough... ContinuedIronically, this is a continuation of my last post.
See what I did there? My last post was about how there's really no end to...
My genius is lost on you people.
My last post, you see, was an experiment. I wanted to leave the ending vague enough for people to wonder if the lack of a true ending was a good thing or a bad thing.
A few people actually e-mailed me to ask if I hated that about FFXI and MMORPGs in general. They suggested I was trying to bring attention to one of the worst parts of the MMO.
Not so much.
While some people can get a little... annoyed by the freedom and longevity offered by this kind of game, I revel in it.
I love FFXI. And I'm not just saying that like you would to some girl just to get into her pants.
In case wife is reading: Not that I've ever done that.
This is perhaps the single greatest game that I have ever played. Given the sheer volume of games I have played in my many years, that is truly saying something.
Why would I want that to end?
There's something else I love as well: eating. I love going to a nice restaurant and sitting down with an amazing meal, savoring every bite.
Now, some people eat a small portion and be done with it. Enough to meet basic nutritional requirment and then go on with the rest of their day.
I'd never stop.
The whole point is the enjoyment. If I'm honestly enjoying every minute of something, why would I ever wish for it to have an end?
When I read a good book (yes, I do read), I don't wish for it to be over so that I can read something else. Hell, when I notice the back cover getting ever closer, I start to get disappointed. I hate knowing that my enjoyment is soon coming to an end.
FFXI doesn't have to end. You push and grind and claw your way to the top of the mountain, turn and stare at the majesty of the world around you and at the slope you have just conquered.
And there's a new mountain right next door.
And another one right after that.
All the mountains a man could ever want to climb.
That might not sound like fun, but if you enjoy mountain climbing, then you're in heaven.
I love FFXI. I will play it to every end they can provide and then, when I somehow run out, I'll sit back and ask myself that universal question:
"What would that have been like as a Mithra?"
And I'll start all over again.
And I'll love every minute.
Suppose someone believed in reincarnation. Suppose they honestly believed that as soon as they died that they'd move on to a brand new life.
Does that mean they should pray for their current life to end all the sooner?
That doesn't make much sense, now does it?
I'm sure I could go get another game. I could run down to Gamestop and throw sixty dollars on the counter to take home Shiny New Game: Old Game 2.
I'd pick up a sword or a gun or whatever, spend 3 hours fighting monsters and find out that I saved the world again.
Yay... I guess.
Frankly, I like a little bit more substance. I want to look at my play time numbers and know that I lived a life in this world and that I enjoyed living it.
I don't play to be done.
I play to play.
How could that possibly be a bad thing?