Happy Trails

The Ready Up community has been an important part of my life during the last few years. When I’ve been down that second family has made me laugh and helped me on my way. Likewise, when I’ve been blindsided by the misfortunes and trials of my fellows I’ve tried my best to return the favour. That’s what a family should do. Life is a difficult journey, and if I can help by offering ill-judged witticisms and inappropriately snarky observations (largely quoting Die Hard) whilst I own everyone at every game ever, then I’m happy to help.

Boom! Headshot. Happy Trails! Also, welcome to the party pal. Also, Yippee-Ki-Yay. Also, I'm an exceptional thief. Also, let it snow.

I mention all this because circumstances in my life are pulling me away from that community, and severely restricting the time I get with those friends. I’ve struggled with this fact for months, and have felt angry with the situation. Like the Hulk but with more crying. Now, though, I have come to terms with it. What you learn as your grow up is that you can’t be everywhere at once. You can’t be all things to all people. If you have an open heart, and make friends readily, you won’t get to spend time with them all.

Like a prostitute with too many clients. Sorry.

Of course, most people probably learn that lesson when they’re 13 years old. My development has always been behind, though, due to the four solid years of my adolescence I spent trapped inside the Water Temple in Ocarina of Time.

Four years. Six hours a day. The water-cake is a lie.

Although as you get older the amount of free time you have to spend with those you care about becomes more limited, you don’t forget about them. You miss them, and you idly think about what they might be doing on some rainy Thursday afternoon (usually you conclude that they’re probably dicking around on Facebook with the rest of the world).

So this article isn’t a call to arms, a request for all the friends I’ve met online to meet up in a Minecraft server and build a giant, throbbing heart of love and fellowship.

Or a giant, throbbing anything of love and friendship.

I’m writing partly to encourage anyone who ever feels lonely when gaming, or wants people to boast to when MrCuddleswick only kills them three times in a round of Modern Warfare, to pick up the figurative pen and introduce themselves on a forum of their choosing. I recommend Character Select, because it has the highest handsome levels on the Internet, but the choice is yours. Think about how many people in the world there are that have access to the Internet (I saw a computer with a 56k modem in Wales a couple of weeks ago so it is definitely reaching some pretty remote areas now). If you don’t fit in with the first community you find, then try again with another community. The rewards are worth it.

In truth, however, this article is really for me to wave and say hello to the friends I miss. The friends I used to speak to every day but no longer can. As the community has grown, it has widened, divided, expanded within those divisions and evolved. Some people fell out with each other, some grew incredibly close, and some even totally hooked up and got it ON.

I’ve raised a glass to you all over this festive period. Thank you for the good times, and the bad times, and the sexy times. I’ll see you all as soon as I can.

Or next week when I get fired from my day job for constantly referencing 80s movies and play games forever instead.




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One response to “Happy Trails”

  1. dean avatar

    [Waves back] Nice article dude.

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