Whether you’re a big deal, or just think you’re one, the cool kids of SWTOR never truly quit the game until they’ve done one thing… the Goodbye Post. It’s a time honored tradition of SWTOR-dom, and one last chance to get those final shots fired off before turning your back and walking away from the Yellow-Black Crystals and Cartel Market we call a game.
For me, quitting SWTOR was like going through a breakup. It really has been a four year relationship for me (since Beta testing) of time, energy, a few video cards, money, more money, some more money, and many progression days of Sore Butt Syndrome. I’ve made a Best Friend, hooked up with a few Guildmates, gone on vacation with the PvP crew, and caused a lot of drama. Oh, god. The drama I’ve caused. If you don’t like me you probably have a reason…but odds are I don’t care because you’re boring, a sheep, or simply a BAD player who takes offense when I complain about Casuals.
But like all relationships until you find THE ONE, you go through a lot of duds. And sure, most of those duds were REALLY great when you first started hanging out. But inevitably, once everyone is a little more comfortable in the relationship and time has gone by, things start to change. The little things that we used to laugh about aren’t funny anymore. We start saying things we don’t mean and spending less and less time together. No baby, it’s just a trial account on that other game, it doesn’t MEAN anything.
A million complaints about PvP, Class Balance, PvE, Dev communication, bugs, and transparency aside…SWTOR just no longer the same game it was. The direction SWTOR is moving in and has moved in the last year just doesn’t jive with what I’m looking for in my primary video game. For almost a year now I’ve searched to re-find my place in the game and what we mean to each other, and in that search I realized SWTOR doesn’t care about me at all.
The Seven Phases of Breaking Up- SWTOR Edition