![]() When I was working fulltime as a barista and being treated like crap by bosses and customers, I comforted myself with the knowledge that people in City of Heroes respected me and didn’t judge me over something as trivial as my latte foam skills. When I craved family, lonely and hurt over my parents’ divorce, I hung out with members of my “supergroup” – WoW plays would call this a guild, or community of players with the same colors sharing a base. When I couldn’t deal with my financial issues as a poor girl mistakenly attending a very expensive university, I stayed home in my shithole of a studio apartment and logged on. Basically, I did the stereotypical gamer thing- used the fantasy to avoid problems in my real life. I lived and breathed this game from 2004 to early 2008 – and when I say I lived and breathed it, I mean I spent at least three hours a day inside Paragon City. At its most ephemeral and visceral, City of Heroes showed up in my dreams and gave me a reason to get out of bed. ![]() ![]() I honestly believe City of Heroes saved my life as it gave me a purpose, even if that purpose was as ridiculously trite as leveling a character or saving a fantasy bank from being robbed.Īt its most tangible, City of Heroes existed physically in the form of code. Yes, I realize my emotional attachment to a digital pastime may seem absurd, but my connection to the game was oh-so-very real. For all intents and purposes, the massively multiplayer online (MMO) role-playing game (RPG) died over the weekend, when its creator studio NCSoft turned off the servers. I would like to take this moment to mourn the loss of a very good friend of mine, the video game City of Heroes. ![]()
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