I have been the only WoW palyer for the past week or so. My two roommates, who were moderate gamers themselves, have been envying after my shiny box of goodness ever since I came home with it. To their woe, one of them just spent a chunk of his precious cash on HL2. The other didn't even meet the system requirement.
Both of them said they were going to wait until after final to get their hands on a copy each. While the first guy would receive his second paycheck then, the second guy would get himself a spanking new system for WoW exclusively.
Fine. Just so long as I could play with them eventually, I don't mind the wait. The Dwarven warrior needs rigorous training to prepare for the imminent journey to Darnassus.
I woke up today, stepped into the room of one of my roommates, and what did I see? WoW collector's edition sitting comfortably on his desk. He had this distrubingly tender look on his face while carassing the box with its plastic wrap still on.
My other roommate was drawn by all the commotion, and came over with HIS own Collector's edition. "What happened to the promises you guys made?!" To that, they simply shrugged. "We're not going to open it though, we're going to wait until after final." Yeah sure, that flimsy mental barrier of theirs broke down in about 10 to 20 minutes. As the first guy unwrapped his copy "just to listen to the soundtrack cd", he began to lose control. Eventually, he decided to buy a temporary low-end graphics card tomorrow just to start playing.
The other roommate laughed at him for lack of self control. But five minutes later I walked in on him with a pencil in his hand just poked through the plastic wrap.
Lesson learned: Screw self-control.