I’ve always loved history.
Wait, no, that’s not really true.
I’ve always loved stories.
The people, places, events, they’ve always drawn me in, excited me. So I read about them extensively. Sure, it might have been a bit of mild escapism, looking back. But I like to think that perhaps I was preparing myself. Gathering stories so that I knew what would draw a person in, what would entice the mind and excite the imagination.
I’m an author. Perhaps I became one because stories are my one true love, or maybe I read so many stories because I wanted to write.
Anyway, if you want to find good stories, look no further than the history of warfare. There’s nothing that brings out core human qualities quite like having your life on the line, and an enemy to beat. For that reason, I read a lot of war histories and watched almost too many documentaries. The tales from the French Revolution, the American Civil War, World War 1, and 2, they’re all charged with the essence of humanity, of what makes a person become a person. So I was drawn to the stuff.
Of course, the next logical step from war stories was naval history. Because who doesn’t like large boats designed to blow stuff up—right?
I’ll be the first to admit that mostly, I just like the idea of warships. They’re the ultimate war machines, in some ways. They’re certainly some of the largest, and the most destructive without going nuclear. So, hearing about the careers and fates of such behemoths just appeals to some childlike core of my being, along with my writer’s soul. So really, I shouldn’t care if I interact with the ships themselves in any way. I should be content with just reading about them, their captains, and their deeds, no?
Haha, wrong. Playing those ships in World of Warships gives me an even greater appreciation for these titanic vessels. And for that, I’m grateful.
Thanks for making such a great game, Wargaming. I never knew I needed it, until playing.