However after two days I spent stumbling around a entirely revamped and restructured game, complete with new game mechanics and questing areas, my cousin sent me a screen shot of him playing on a private vanilla server. To give you better idea of what that means, first you have to understand Blizzards subscription model of game play. So when someone buys World of Warcraft, you buy the game, however, because it is live and takes a great deal of oversight, they charge a monthly subscription to keep things running smoothly 24/7. The player must also buy each expansion, which changes the world and the game play drastically every few years, as well as adding in-game content. But then you have a whole community of people much like myself, and millions of others who yearn for the Azeroth of old. We vie for a day when questing seemed like an impossible task, everyday an adventure, and when finishing a dungeon, raid, or looting that two-handed mace that gives you a plus twenty five to attack power, as well as a five percent chance to critical strike actually took a little blood, sweat, and tears. So, as that world has been pushed aside for newer shinier expansions (and destructions), the “Vanilla Community” took it upon themselves to host pirated versions of the original WoW.
Confession: I have been an avid gamer my whole life. Regardless of social stratification and extended periods of isolation, I have never looked a gift video game in the mouth. From learning to read by playing King’s Quest on my father’s IBM PC Jr. to the release of the first Nintendo Entertainment System, which I received for Christmas of ’87, from playing the ever expanding series of games that belong to the Dragon Quest/Dragon Warrior franchise to my current Steam library of over 200 games; gaming has played an integral part of my life as far back as my memory expands. Continue reading “~ A Writer’s Kryptonite: Part One – For the Love of a Pixel ~”
I want to write about something I am doing, or quitting, for the new year, but this thing, even for me, is TMI. I can just say that there is an energy that we are born with that is stronger than absolutely everything else, and it can be monstrous if left unchecked. Trying to dispel that energy on my own volition seems tantamount to kicking the booze and drugs. I am absolutely obsessed with it, much like any addiction. Continue reading “VaguePress 2018: Addiction Replacement”
I have been wanting to write about something other than myself for a while, but for some reason never felt I was enough of an authority on anything, especially cigars and gaming, which are the two things I obsess over. But than again, who needs some smarmy cigar expert? The world is filled with them. And nobody wants to hear the yammerings of a basement dwelling alt-right troll who knows more about some random video games than do the damn programmers. So here is my first shot at a cigar review. Continue reading “CAO Brazilia”
So the few who actually read this blog, that I never promote and rarely update, know that I, Sean Aaron Bowers, used to write and read under the pseudonym Johnny No Bueno. I picked that name as a play on the nickname of a cat I once knew that went by the name Johnny Bueno. He was cool slick cat. Wore only vintage greaser style clothes, carried steel hair combs, and was tattooed from head to toe. He was the kind of cat who would invite you out to drink with only $2 to his name and you both would walk out of the bar shitfaced and with more money than when you went in. He was a boxed-wine, cocaine, and Rolling Stones kind of cool. We were good buddies, but he used to pull some shady shit, so I always joked around and called him Johnny NO Bueno. So when it came time to publish my first suite of poems, I wanted a cool name to publish by and Johnny No Bueno it was. Continue reading “Johnny No Bueno’s BACK!!!”
Leaving Facebook has been on my mind for years. I have deactivated my account twice, and was brought back for one reason or another. The scariest thing I have learned through the few times I have left Facebook was the dependency on it. Not so much my own, but the majority of the western world. People rely so heavily on Facebook that they will forget about others entirely because there is no longer any need to be accountable or responsible to anyone. So just a few minutes ago, I found the ever hidden “Permanently Delete My Account” page and opted out of the most successful and widely used website in the world, besides probably Google and all of its properties (You’re next Goolag!). Continue reading “Leaving Facebook”