I’m a real girl – apparently a rare commodity in the fantastical land of Evony. There are some who try to fake it with ladylike names and pretty profile pictures but in the way they walk and the way they talk it soon becomes apparent that their feminine features are mere deceptions.
Now, being a real girl has certain advantages, hence the motivation for faking it I think (that and the chance to finally dress up in a socially appropriate way):
- it brings out the protective instincts of my alliance mates no matter whether or not I am ranked more highly than them – resources and reinforcements are readily available when a damsel cries out in distress;
- I can stop an impending attack with fluttering eyelashes and a few simple words like “can’t we talk about this over dinner” or “don’t you know it’s rude to look up a girl’s skirt without permission;”
- and, of course, I always seem to have company at hand whenever I need a little amusement.
There are downsides too, of course, like:
- trying to manage 7 whispers at once without confusing the guy or the topic at hand in order to continue the above-mentioned support and attention;
- opening and closing lines like “so what are you wearing?” and “I’ll come wash your back in the shower” tend to get real old real soon;
- increased chances of acquiring a stalker;
- and, my personal worst, breaking a nail on the keyboard while trying to keep up with the flurry of flirting.
At the end of the day, I have to admit that being a real girl really enhances the fun and the strategy behind on-line play. But in admitting my utter shamelessness in using my gender to my advantage in every possible way, I think it becomes apparent that in the land of Evony I’m not such a real girl after all.