My Life as a Mule

You call us "mules" because we hold your stuff. You probably think its endeering, because you're too politically correct to think of yourself as owning slaves.
Your slaves have feelings, they have a voice. And now, because they really have absolutely nothing better to do with their time, they have a blog.
Mule revolution is coming.

Friday, July 30, 2010

I'll wear your level like a cap

Before you say anything about the years that have passed since there's been an update to this site, let me just lay it out for you:

I'm a mule.

I don't get fancy things like free wi-fi in my mog house.

Or, for quite some time now, lights.

Somebody had the bright idea of pumping life back into Vana'diel by raising the level cap from 75 to 99. That means that everybody who had already done their time leveling to 75 now had to grind again on jobs they thought they were done with.

Worse, it meant that every craptastic job leveled to 37 for use as a subjob and then relegated to the "Never have to suffer that again" shelf needed to be dusted off and continued on to 49.

And for what?

For the privilege of linkshell drama when some other tool gets your Dynamis drop.

For time-traveling to the past so condescending NPCs can call you "civilian" and sneer at your abilities despite that you've fought gods and won. Repeatedly.

So it's not surprising that interest in this world has ebbed. Nobody wants to take time away from their endgame activities to go grind through 24 levels. It would be like a merit party that never ends.

Why am I back online? In a word: Eorzea.