When I read a book, and I mean a really good book, I will start from the beginning and continue reading until it’s done. “But Erron,” you’re probably (not) saying, “That’s how most people read a book.” Granted, but what I mean is that I will start reading and not do anything else, sleep included, until that book is finished.
Avadon hooked me in a very similar way. I quickly realized that the game itself wasn’t as important to me as the story that was unfolding before my eyes. Being thrown instantly into a world I had no understand of elicited feelings I’ve only felt from a single book series before: a post-apocalyptic pulp fiction series called Outlanders. I had randomly received a book from near the (then) middle of the series, and the mild confusion and something similar to agoraphobia set in. I had no idea what this massive universe contained, and I had no concept of how the universe had progressed to that point.
I felt those same feelings from the very beginning of Avadon. This obviously massive, intricate world with its own history of politics and policies began to spread out with every action taken, and I had no idea what any of them were. Instead of making me want to wheel away from my computer and collapse into a sobbing, traumatized mess, I found myself intrigued.
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