The plan was to spend a series of four consecutive weeks playing En Masse Entertainment's massively multiplayer online fantasy role-playing game Tera , reporting back every Wednesday leading up to the final review. Then all hell broke loose.
Diablo III arrived.
Since I still like to believe I am a single 25-year-old with boundless energy and enthusiasm, I figured juggling the two games would be no problem.
I was wrong.
I am an old man with two infant children. If I don't get to sleep by 2AM I get cranky and start waving my cane around. I am building up a massive amount of crotch, which is probably the wrong word for whatever makes an older person crotchety.
So I didn't get a chance to play Tera at all this week. Why bother even writing about it? Because I missed it. Even as I delved into the darkest depths of hell, part of me longed for something a bit prettier; something a bit less clicky.
I suppose next week's Tera log will be the final one leading up to the review, but it promises to be a big one. The first round of elections kick off on May 25, and things are about to get nasty.
I can't wait. Such plans I have; such succulent plans.