Showing posts with label gaming. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gaming. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Griefers

When we were kids, one of the tests of our concentration and dexterity was to simultaneously pat our heads and rub our stomachs in a circular motion. I'm not quite sure of what is involved in accomplishing this feat, but most people can do it (for awhile, at least) though there was always a kid who couldn't manage it in a group that gave it a try. Given that most kids couldn't keep it up for long, I imagine it's about focus.

Over the weekend, my CH demonstrated incredibly good concentration as he was relaxing and playing one of our favorite multi-player on-line games, Diablo II: Lord of Destruction (LOD).


If you look at the picture, you can see that he's got each hand on separate mice controlling two characters on two different computers simultaneously. I have enough trouble controlling one mouse with my left hand, let alone keeping tabs on a mouse's action in a game. The only thing that makes this a little more manageable is that the characters he controls move close enough to one another that he can track them both on one screen.

My husband was controlling two characters at once because he wanted to "rush" them. Rushing means that the player wants the characters to advance and develop as quickly as possible. This is a fairly common thing to do when someone has played a game for a long time and no longer enjoys the lower level play as it isn't very challenging once one becomes proficient in the game.

In Diablo II: LOD, one of the fastest ways to rush is to join what are called "public" games because the experience comes faster if the game has more players (8 is the maximum). A public game is open to anyone who wants to join so you end up playing with strangers. Playing a multiplayer game with strangers can be a very enjoyable experience or immensely disheartening. Sometimes you get chatter which is witty and fun and sometimes you get ugly, racist nonsense or unnecessary criticism of other player's playing ability or character "wealth" (or lack thereof).

The biggest pitfall to playing a game with strangers is that many multiplayer games have the possibility of allowing "griefers" to ruin the game experience. A griefer is someone who goes out of his way to cause difficulty or destroy the game playing experience for others. One of the most common ways this is done is for a vastly higher level character to enter a game with new characters of very low level and declare hostility on them. The high level character is well-equipped and has between 10-20 times more life (hitpoints) as the characters he's trying to kill. There's no challenge in killing the other players for griefers. In fact, they aren't interested in challenge, they are only interested in causing others to suffer.

In Diablo II: LOD, there are several ways to grief. One is to go hostile on players and hunt them down and kill them or to go hostile and cause a bunch of formerly cooperative players who were enjoying a good game together to abandon the game. Another, more subtle and insidious way, is to find out what sort of quest a player is doing and then complete the last portion before they can fulfill the steps leading up to the final challenge. Doing this disables their ability to complete the quest. Last night, my husband experienced this when someone blocked the entrance to a chamber where players were to face a big boss that had to be killed. A team of griefers actually performed this. One of them went down stairs to kill the boss and the other stood in front of the entrance so other players could not get through.

I've often wondered why griefers do what they do. Why would anyone extract pleasure from spoiling the fun of others? When you don't operate from a similar mindset, it's hard to grasp their motivation. I've always concluded that it's just like any other form of bullying where a person preys on a weaker party to feel powerful and compensate for their feelings of low self-esteem and self-worth. A lot of griefers justify their behavior by claiming they're "training" people for the fact that they'll have to deal with jerks in real life. However, I believe this is a weak justification and is telling of the fact that the griefers themselves have suffered unfair attacks in other areas of their lives. They seek to rationalize their pain by viewing it as a helpful process rather than their projecting their anger onto innocent targets just as someone else has done to them. It helps them distort their reality so they don't have to feel like victims and gives them a feeling of power to couterbalance the helplessness they felt when they were victims.

When I've discussed this on occasion in gaming forums, I've been accused of making too much of anti-social behavior in situations which "don't matter." That is, behaving poorly in an arena which is virtual and has no real consequence aside from upsetting people who are trying to relax and have fun isn't the same as behaving badly in real social environments or "real life." I agree, but not in the way the argument is meant.

I believe that real morality and personal ethics are conveyed only in situations that are of little or no consequence. If you have something at stake (social rejection, promotion at work, possible arrest), your ethics are not under any real test as you are acting for reward or out of fear of censure and not from your moral center. I think that the way you behave when no on is looking and when you can't be held accountable is a reflection of your true ethics.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Diablo 3?

(Updated below)

I'm 43 years old. There are few things in life that I wait for with great anticipation anymore. Most of the kind of excitement one can feel waiting for something great to happen has been lost to me due to maturity and experience. My edges have been filed off, thank you very much.

Still, I'm heartened by the fact that I can still feel tension and excitement at the prospect of some silly little things. Right now, I'm hammering the refresh button every few minutes on a site covering Blizzard's 2008 Worldwide Invitational to see if they are going to announce Diablo 3 or some other game. I'm dying for it to be Diablo 3, but it could just as easily be an expansion to World of Warcraft, a follow-up to Starcraft, or the stand-alone Warcraft game.

The image that is making us insane.

Blizzard knows how to drive us mad. They've been posting an image which they've been progressively adding detail to each day. This is to give us something to analyze and speculate about.

Anyway, I'd love to be able to change the title of this post to Diablo 3! instead of Diablo 3? Time will soon tell.

(Updated: 7:58 PM)



I'm happy to say, it is "Diablo 3!" :-)

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Ug Ug (Hello, hello)

Besides having two heads and casting blood lust, the Orc ogres left spiffy-looking decaying corpses.


Back when I was playing Warcraft II, I loved to play the ugly green Orcs and disliked playing the sissy humans. The Orcs had 2-headed ogres that cast blood lust on each other while the pansy knights healed everything. The humans had effeminate Legolas-style archers and the Orcs recruited axe-hucking beserkers with Mohawks. Transportation by air for the Orcs consisted of flying on a dragon whereas lowly humans rode over-sized chicken hawks. And, finally, and certainly not the least of the Orcish appeal, the Orc language consisted of a great many cool sounds ("dabu", "zugzug") whereas humans just spoke English.

I so loved Warcraft II and the Orcs that when it came time to adopt a nom de plume for anonymous posting on Usenet, I chose "Orchid". Of course, being female in a largely male forum and my twisted logic and love of ugly brutes escaping most sane people, everyone thought I was naming myself after a flower. The truth is that, at that time, I didn't even know what an Orchid looked like, let alone want to be associated with something so girly.

I never quite convinced anyone that I wasn't a flower despite many attempts to convince them that I was allying my identity with ogres and trolls and death knights (oh my). However, I did eventually get one of my best gaming buddies (now a good buddy all around, henceforth to be referred to as "the wombat stuffer") to stop referring to me as a "talking flower".

This is the third public blog that I've created and I've gone back to my anonymous roots for this one and named it for my original virtual pen name. The first one was immensely popular, but I made the mistake of letting it be known to certain family members and things I said caused trouble. As for this one, I'm not advertising, and I'm guessing it won't easily be stumbled upon, but that's just fine with me.



It's hard to believe this is what so wasted my time and inspired me.