You know things are bad when you start to sympathize with hellspawn. At first I acknowledged my in-game avatar, demon lord of the depths Baal-Abaddon, only with the intended smirks and half-laughs warranted by his dialog. But in time I came to feel a kinship with him as we braved Impire’s clumsy micromanagement in search of hard-won glory. “Tedious,” he’d exclaim, and I’d find myself mouthing the words along with him. “Life: what’s the point, anyway?” he’d ask, and I found myself asking the same question about our progress. By the sixth hour, I was sure we were both in a place where we didn’t want to be, but no matter how repetitive or boring the circumstances became, I could take comfort in the knowledge that my new scaly friend and I were in this mess together.