For a couple of years (and toons) “my mate James” and I quested merrily along together.
Just the two of us.
As much as he was there to hold my hand and tell me where to go, he was never in my ear, never needed bio’s, never wiped the party.
There was no loot drama with James. He would tell me what was good, and I would trust him… he never rolled against me. What I found was mine.
We had a great friendship, better in many ways that the friends I have with my real life friend. He was if nothing else, always by my side when I needed him, even on the train when I was planning out what to do next session.
Unfortunately even the best of friends part ways, if only for a short period. Thus it was with James and I. You see, I had no further need of his assistance, so I casually cast him aside (*actually my wife set him on fire… sounds bad doesn’t it).
But now, I find myself crawling back to his side, anonymously… I doubt he even knows I am here.
I knew he was there, all along, so you would assume he was my 1st choice, but I hate to say that spread myself around with a few others first.
At first I played with myself, but soon realized there was no true emotional attachment. I left myself feeling confused, and wondering whether I was really taking the right path in life.
So I picked up one that many had recommended, and sure at first things seemed to be going well, but after a while I realized that this one had bit too much baggage. One of my friends even suggested I end the relationship for another one, which had lower overheads.
I did toy with returning to James at this point, even looked him up on the net. There he was as solid as every, but I had become more environmentally aware, and didn’t want to continue the old relationship that we had had. It appeared that there was something new on the horizon for James, but the time wasn’t now, so I left him for the spiritual guide recommended by my friend.
Such joy I had with my new companion. My friend was right, trim and informative. Always ready to point me in the right direction, or better yet, guide me to where I wanted to go.
Still, there was something missing, I needed a deeper relationship, with someone that knew exactly what path I should tread, not just the path to the nearest new adventure.
So I did the unthinkable, and after only a few days, I dumped my new found friend and returned once my to James.
You see, James has been working hard to change the way I and so many others see him.
No longer is he inanimate, stuffed in my work bag, awaiting the moment that I draw him forth and run my fingers through his pages.
Now, he is my constant on screen companion. Grab that from the AH Gnomer… head over that way… drop into that hole…. Take that back and grab your reward.. Ohhh Gnomer, you are looking a little tired, why not head back to town and freshen up.. maybe even grab a few ZZZZZ’s.
Ahh James, it is so good to not only have you back at my side, but for you to be interactive, and ohh so configurable!
If you still have some questing to get through, then maybe it’s worth upgrading from the Ol’ web based or PDF versions of James’ guides and moving into the new world with his little electronic helper.
Gnomer and Out!
* One day in a fit of rage at the excesive amount of time I was playing WoW, my wife grabbed piles of my notes, including James’ leveling guides, took them into the back yard and made a bonfire.. then she called me outside to show me what she thought of WoW.