“Doomed… you’re all doomed.”
I still sigh when I read this. But I lived off the anecdote for months.
“OK, how many of you played UO?” Five hands. More than EQ. Surprising. “Asheron’s Call?” Around a dozen hands–OK, it keeps getting weirder. “Other?” A few stragglers, like five maybe.
Then I asked the biggie. “How many of you are currently making or soon plan to be making a massively multiplayer online world?”
All the hands went up.
It was all I could do not to sigh into the microphone… “…doomed. You’re all doomed.”