The Essence of Fun

According to Wikipedia, Fun is the expenditure of time in a manner designed for therapeutic refreshment of one's body or mind. In short, fun is supposed to be relaxing and refreshing. Everyone has their own idea of fun. Something maybe fun for one person, but maybe grueling, tiresome work for another. Fun for me maybe making RSMVs while fun for you maybe writing essays the size a book.

Runescape is fun, right? Wrong... well at least for some people. I'm sure we've all heard of the term "Grinding". If you haven't, grinding is a word used to describe doing a certain task over and over again to gain something in game, usually experience. The problem is most people don't even enjoy grinding. In this way Runescape is becoming work. Actually if you are forcing yourself to grind, you are actually paying $5.00+ to work. Last time I checked Runescape was a game and I suppose you are supposed to enjoy games. Games are supposed to be fun, but, isn't that what they were made for in the first place?

I ain't criticizing anyone but, if you grind and you hate it, you shouldn't do it.

The Blanket

In a time not too far ago, there was a girl named Jaxana. Jaxana was like most small girls except for one thing, Jaxana could not go anywhere without her blanket. One day, her father, Vaskor got fed up and tried to take her blanket away from her but, when he did, Jaxana cried and her father eventually gave in. A few days later, Jaxana forgot her blanket at home. She wailed at her daycare and the daycare people had to call Vaskor in the middle of a very important meeting to bring Jaxana her blanket. Vaskor was furious when he arrived at the daycare with Jaxana’s blanket. Out of his anger Vaskor threw her blanket in the sewer while the city workers were maintaining it. The blanket ran with the water out of sight. Jaxana was in a mixed state of deep melancholy and fury. Jaxana refused to talk to her father for days. Finally, Vaskor decided to retrieve the blanket. Sneaking out of his home in the middle of the night, Vaskor headed to the sewers. Lucky for Vaskor, the city workers forgot to close the manhole. Vaskor carefully climbed down the manhole and began his search for the blanket. He walked through the muddy floors of the sewer until he reached a steep fall that would bring sure death if one would fall its length. Vaskor hesitated for a moment but then remembered his daughter. Vaskor saw a rope tied to a tree, maybe from another man who didn’t make it. It didn’t matter why; all Vaskor knew was that he had to find the blanket that was so dear to his daughter. Then he saw it, the blanket was dangling half way the fall. Vaskor only had one chance. If he messed up he would be dead. He put the rope around his waist and leaped for the blanket. Vaskor got lucky and got the blanket in his first leap. Vaskor started climbing up to go home when his rope broke. Miraculously he managed to get up to the edge of the fall again. When Vaskor reached home he quickly rushed to clean up Jaxana’s blanket. By mistake Vaskor tripped over a metal bucket and Jaxana woke up. When she woke up she saw a muddy Vaskor holding the clean blanket. Vaskor was expecting a tantrum to be thrown at him by Jaxana but instead she hugged him. Jaxana realized how childish she had been in whining over a simple blanket and father and daughter made up.

The Millisecond of Glory

It was one of the most tedious games that hockey has ever seen with one minute left for the game. The timer was counting fifty-nine, fifty-eight, etc... The heat of the game was so intense that you could feel it from the other side of the city. The Edmonton Oilers and the New York Islanders were tied 1-1.

Wayne Gretzky kept on going despite his efforts being thwarted by the Islander’s defense. The puck kept on going from one side of the rink to the other. It was like a game of tennis.

This was the fist time Gretzky came so close to win the Stanley Cup and he wasn’t going to blow it. Gretzky was feeling the pressures of a hundred men. One second felt like a year. It felt for him as if the fate of the universe rested on that game.

The Islander had enough and drove through all the players to make a narrowly missed shot. Gretzky was furious now. He gave it all he had and drove all the way to the defense.

Not even the legendary Islander defense could stop him now. He drove through them with all his talent. Nothing could hold him back while he was on his unstoppable breakaway.

There was only three seconds left to the game. The crowd started murmuring. It was only Gretzky and the goalie now. The goalie was known for being tough and rough but not even the toughest and roughest goalie was prepared for the shot Gretzky made.

Gretzky shot a shot that surpassed the speed of light. He shot with the strength of 100 men. He shot a shot that no man had ever shot before. It was the millisecond of glory. Then the Stanley Cup came, with all its glory and grandeur, presented to the best hockey player of all time. Gretzky had only this to say after holding the Stanley Cup,
“I’ve held women and babies and jewels and money, but nothing will ever feel as good as holding that cup.”

Please note that this story is a legend and has some fiction aspects that are included to make the story more dramatic. Also note that this story was written fully by me.