I try to say "This time its for good." each time I quit and each time I know I'm just lying to myself. I'll be back eventually, always am always will be it seems. Thats why even though I tell myself I am done with this game I still take care to pack up all my characters worldly possessions and collapse my house before I leave. Because I know I'll be back, and that I'll need at least some of that stuff to get myself started again. Eventually it comes calling. Knocking at the door all quiet like, softly rapping a single knuckle against the wood. Once the knocking starts its impossible to ignore forever, it gets louder as time passes eventually becoming both fists pounding almost constantly while a barely coherent voice screams for my attention much like a friend who has had far too much to drink and absolutely needs someone who will let them hang out and sleep it off on their couch. So here I am, back in the land that nurtured my love of MMORPGs, willing to see what it wants me to see if nothing else so it will stop waking the neighbors and making a scene.