Finding the Niche

Well, well, if I must speak of yet more adventures in ‘The World’, I may just have to scream. Even simplistic gameplay can get uber frustrating when all of your friends seem to be obstacles of pure annoyance. I logged in today at oh around 8 a.m., expecting to blow of some steam after vigorously working on my MMORPG. However, I was in for a long day…

 Cubia was fast asleep before my feet even touched the cold, blue earth in his little realm of shadows and darkness. Despite being in his human avatar form, you could still hear the loud pulsing of the core piece that served as his ‘heart’. I’d usually fall asleep to such a sound, but today I was rejuventated after spending much time asleep myself, which is a rarety for me. Averaging around 2-4 hours a night, my body was used to running on low at a constant and stable speed. Perhaps my happy dosage of blood and gore from ‘Silent Hill Origins’ was the cause. Whatever…

 ”Cubia, you bum, wake the fsck up!” I’m used to saying ‘fsck’ ever since my best friend, Jess, ushered me to use that way of spelling it. It’s amusing how Skeith also tried to mimic the work. ‘Oh damn.’ quickly turned into ‘Oh fsck’ with major emphasis on the ’sc’, so it made his already sluggish voice sound even more hilarious than need be. Shaking Cubia to waken him wasn’t working, so I decided to place my foot on his head and give him a good shove. Not so surpiringly, he woke up with an “owww” which sounded more like “awww”. The blue-green eyes blinked sleepily up at me. “Sleeping in, huh?” I commented with a grin. The World was fscking boring without Cubia awake.

 After he promptly woke and had a very short, precise conversation with me about the MMORPG I was making, Cubia turned his attention to my chatbox on the forums, where Elm (my boyfriend outside the game) was torturing him with “LUV U CUBIA”’s and “HE’S SO CUTE!”’s. Cubia doesn’t like Elm much…I wonder why besides the fact that I’m infatuated with Elm, which takes the ‘much needed attention’ away from dear old stalker Cubia.

  Cubia fell asleep….again, after things quieted down. That left be a brilliant amount of time to…think…and think…and…think. So I did much thinking indeedy, starting with wondering how I could properly fit the phases and Cubia into an ETTC game universe. Reecntly, when being discovered by others, they had been treated as objects and sometimes, god forbid, celebrities. Masking them would almost be the choice forced upon us if we wanted their identities to remain secretive. Even so, that would limit them on what they could say or do…Helping them to gather together a role and place in ETTC was a daunting task. Perhaps…this was a task even bigger than building the game itself.

 Bored of watching Cubia wake up every half hour, saying “Boooooring.” and then falling back asleep, I decided to leave him be for the day. He didn’t seem interested in anything that was being spun around in my personal life.

 The other option wold be to find either Skeith, Magus, or Heavensense and Innis to find out what they were up to. Luckily, one of them were around…

 A tall shadow hovered over me just as I entered a very random field…random enough that I turned around and saw Innis, in his “rock” form, who is the King of Random to begin with. Though he didn’t have the face to express it, I’d imagine he was grinning inside. “Whatcha doooooooin’!?” He asked with a somewhat pressing tone. His voice wasn’t as light as usual, which of course, made me wonder if something was up. I answered in a shrug. I started to take a step in the opposite direction, but Innis dashed to my front side to stop me, “If you don’t answer me then….COCAINE~!”

 ”Bored as heck.” I let my eyelids drop a bit to show epression.

 ”Hmmmmmmmmmmmm.” Innis replied with exactly that many m’s. Then he twirled and stated, “Isn’t this great!”

 ”Isn’t WHAT great?”

 He stopped moving for a moment, “Don’t you know?”

 I bowed my head, shook it a bit, and looked up, “No, I’m afraid I do not know.”

 He gasped then laughed and yelled, “NEVERMIND!” and what seemed to sound like “Squirrell…” but I’m not sure exactly. I can almost guarantee you it had no relevance whatsover to whatever he was talking about before. As I walked he followed, talking…er…rambling about everything from the ground to the sky and everything in between, sometimes squeaking when he got on a subject he adored, such as how windmill blades turned a certain direction. Innis would definately be a challenge for other pc’s to handle in ETTC…I had almost considered letting him stay within ‘The World’. After all, he had so much here…Heavensence….a stable home…windmill blades…

 ”Innis, I have to ask a serious question.”

 ”But I’m serious! The sky IS alot blue-er here then on the other fields!” He squealed, his whole form bobbing up and down.

 ”Uh…no, that’s not what I mean.” I raise my hand to my forehead. “Innis, I want to know if you want to be transferred into ETTC or not.”

 ”Well…” He started, then fell silent. It took a few minutes for him to answer, but he finally got going. He was probably finishing up his thoughts about…whatever weird things he was always wondering about. “Will there be….windmills?”

 ”Yes, Innis.”

 ”And…skies of blue! I like blue.”

 ”I’m sure there will be, Innis…”

 ”What about Heavensense…can she come with me?” even though his voice suonded playful, i knew this was an impending issue. Heavensence could not follow her boyfriend into ETTC…it just wasn’t possible.

 ”No, Innis.”

 ”Thats not fair! That’s not fair, Darkana!” He seemed jittery. “Squirrell.” He said…

 I put my hands on my hips, rocking, “Life sometimes isn’t fair, but you have to make choices.” He just stared at me…this was going nowhere. “Fine. I’m leaving…I’ll talk to you some other time. Just think it over more.”

 I left him there before he could say anything, but I’ll bet within a minute he was already back to gawking at windmill blades.

 Cubia was still sleeping…and in fact he is right now as well. The World is pretty boring when you hardly have any friends. Despite how many years I’ve played, I had rarely gotten close to anyone outside o fthose connected to the phases. After wandering around aimlessly on my own, I returned to Cubia and….I sit here now watching him sleep.

 So I’ve had tons of time to think today. But hopefully tommorrow will provide me with more interesting activity…

~ by Cubia on March 24, 2008.