My MMO Story is one of forbidden love. It is a story that has not yet been written. It is a story doomed before it begins, and if it ever does begin, can only end in doom.
You see, I've never played an MMO, and it's not because I don't like them; it's because I'm afraid I'll like them too much.
It reminds me of Ambrosia - nectar of the gods - not in the classical Greek sense, but in the way Samuel Taylor Coleridge regarded it:
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
That is to say, it's all well and good for deities to pass around the immortality-drink, but when mere mortals sip a beverage sublime, all other tastes turn bland besides and the cursed drinker starves and dies!
Sorry, the mood took hold.
This is all a roundabout way of saying that to me, the world of MMOs is a swirling abyss. If I leap in, I may never return. Enticing though it is, I would have to forsake my earthly life to take on this virtual life, and I'm not sure I'm ready to do that.
Maybe one day when I'm old and alone and retired. I hope it doesn't come to that.