I mentioned a while ago that I’d quit City of Heroes. I almost didn’t. It’s not the newest game, but even without anyone to play with there’s enough of a thrill… well, if that thrill was in any way related to levelling it would.
See, I got back into the game for a while and it all started with a random beeble around after a night’s writing. The character? A Level 13 Scrapper (hitty-bloke). His powers? Hitting things with a katana, and invulnerability. Oh, yeah. He’s also a robot. A ninja robot.
Anyway. In my wandering, I get the attention of a troll. A big green super-hard bastard. Worse, this troll is purple to me—the game’s code for “Don’t bother”. I was trying to get to a place near the hospital anyway, so I thought “why not”? I tell a lie, though. I didn’t think. Some fucker hit me, and I’ve played enough Quake to have the twitch-reflex of a mongoose on speed. I had the involnerability suite up and three attacks queued before I knew what was happening, and only then did I have a chance to breathe “oh, shit”.
He hit me, I hit him. Every hit I scored made him less likely to land a follow-up blow, and I shot through enough inspirations (potion-alikes) to stand a chance of laying a hit.
“Hold on a minute,” I thought. “I’m engaged in a contest of fists and a fine Japanese blade with that green-skinned ruffian, and I’m not yet dead. What the fuck?”
So I hit him some more. Timed everything, shot back Inspirations when I needed them, and generally didn’t die. What felt like ages later, he fell. The thing is, I couldn’t care less that it was a lucky escape, or that I now had further to walk. My virtual bollocks were swinging like church-bells. I’d taken on a lone mook four levels my better and kicked the shit out of him. Petty as it was, that day the Iron Frame was walking tall. No lousy sonofabitch was going to go free in his city.
Then I saw how much XP I’d got from that little tussle, and worked out how many times I’d have to do it all over again just to level. Bah.