Earlier today I was walking back from getting my girlfriend and I breakfast sandwiches. I was thinking about comedy which led to thinking about Wet Hot American Summer which then led to thinking about escapism of World of Warcraftites and the mindset therein. I was thinking about how certain individuals play for their honest love of the game and then those stuck on a trend. This led me to think about the other people. The people that play the game as an actualization of power that they, perhaps, don’t have in their real life. “In the real world, I am a guy that serves burgers to assholes…But in the virtual world, I am Glondorf the Empowered with +25 charisma and +5 strength. In the night I slay warriors and dragons.” Yes. This is true…or at least as true as your perception allows it to be. However, in the real world, you are playing the game across servers with an individual IP address that is registering server side activity and local side rendering that ports to your monitor to allow you to see a visual representation of data all the while your “character” has a signature that allows other people to know your “name” all the while this is translated as binary data through spools and spools of copper, gold, and glass. You are a string of numbers. Meanwhile the “real” you is deteriorating slowing and regenerating cells and exchanging electron flows within synapses. Zoom out a bit and you are merely flesh. Zoom out further, an orgasm. Zoom out further, an idea. Zoom out further, data. Vibrations really. Vibrations running through divine circuits being played by ___x___. Powerless stings of data vibrating endlessly through reality and memories.