Something I’ve always asked myself while playing ToS was: Why would players keep complaining about many things in this game, but still keep playing?
It should be simple to answer that, since I was one of them… but for some reason, it wasn’t.
The excuses were almost always the same:
“There’s nothing else to do.”
“I’ll just finish that and quit/logout.”
“I’m playing because of my guild/friends.”
That changed when I started playing with really hardcore people. It wasn’t exactly my choice, a friend wanted to join a big guild, and I simply followed her, hoping to be able to ignore some things I knew I would see and disapprove (cheating, toxism, elitism, extremism in general, etc).
Well, I was wrong. I was able to ignore some things, but over time others would arise.
For example, the guild leader would play while at work. And not just any job, but a job at a pet shop. We would hear dogs barking in the background during voice calls. A job that many people would see as a dream (including myself), wasted at the hands of an irresponsible… and that was just the tip of the iceberg, but I’m not going into details to avoid diverting the subject.
Anyway, what really messed with my head was the day I heard what sounded like a baby crying in the background. The father was “too busy” hunting field bosses.
For the first time in my life, I would feel like a piece of ■■■■ while playing.
I mean, my addiction to MMOs started in a difficult period of my life. I would come back from school and play for hours, to forget any crap that had happened… but for the first time I wondered, how far would this go? When would this end? Or even, would this end? At this point, I was sure those people had crossed a line that I would never be able to.
For the first time too, I would try to talk to some people who played with me, about real life, in a serious way.
I was surprised to find that those people weren’t what I thought they were. Behind all those jokes, memes, “lol”… really sad people, depressive to be more precise. I also finally realized, I was one of them.
Suddenly many memories would come to my mind in such sequence that something would be evident: Most of the players I did know in ToS had depression at some level (including myself).
Most of them would admit it, loud and clear, but they would argue that they couldn’t do anything about it (mostly men in my experience). Others would not only ignore it, but they would also be bothered about the subject, preferring to keep playing (mostly women in my experience).
That situation somehow was… “liberating”.
My will to keep playing ToS (or any MMO) would disappear. All the bad experiences I had with this community and game itself would start to fade away. Like… didn’t matter anymore, all those became minuscule problems if compared to a problem that despite the gigantic proportions, I would not have been able to see until recently.
I tried to explain to those close to me about the situation, convince them that it wasn’t too late. However, they all looked plastered. For every possible solution I could think of, they would counter it with a negative thought.
If stopping to think, I would conclude that my situation wasn’t different. I would deny any help, thinking it would be useless. I would drive away family and friends, with negativity alone. And it was the first thing I decided to change.
Now, I didn’t give up seeing some of the magnificent people I met in this game, get out of it. But I think if I want to get someone out of this abyss, I need to get myself out first. And this may take a while…
And that’s it. I’m leaving this testimony here with the intention of exposing something that I would have liked to have noticed before. If you’re having fun with this game (or any other), and is able to balance it with your real life, my sincere congratulations. Otherwise, I really wish you find the way out.

