I don't own Transformice. But everyone knows that, right?
All of the new mice can't get up the walls, or wood, or whatever it is. Except for chocolate. And we have a little exception for ice. But if it's slanted, good luck to them.
In our tribe, in order for mice to get to the next rank, they need 100 cheese, and 200 shaman saves. Now, it's simple for us. But for them it's not.
Over the past few rounds, they got desperate. They called for help.
And I'm not ready to help.
Over the past few days, some professionals asked me why I was favoring the new mice that just entered the game, and why I tried to always let them "pro it". I don't think they understand what it means to help other mice in my tribe. They don't understand how they're so professional in this game, wall-jumping with ease, and spawning like it's nothing.
They call them noobs, even though they were once new, and confused.
They treat them like they're nothing, and cannon them off the map.
They don't get how they feel.
Other people get it, and now, I see mice rushing to help them, cheering them on, and teaching them how to do it.
I know that in my heart, I want to do it. I want to rush to them, call out, and reach out my little paw to save them. I want to just sacrifice my cheese to help them.
But yet again, nobody understands how I feel when my friends look at the helping mice and look away in disgust. I'm so close to the mouse hole now, but I'm not in yet.
I'm close to running to the edge and jumping off to help, ignoring the cheese on my back. My friends tell me to hurry up and get in the hole.
I ignore them, and run off the edge.
I jump over the shaman's carefully placed planks, trying not to move the delicate structure. I arrive, and see a mouse that's helping, giving them encouragement. I say, "Hello.", and begin to help mice.
I begin to call out to the mice, telling them that they can do it. No matter what. The shaman's still building. Thanks, shaman.
Slowly, mice climb up. There's only two mice climbing. One more...
It's all over. The mouse right next to me says, "Thanks." I nod and climb up the little build.
As soon as I get up, my friends pull me in the hole, and tell me that I'm better than her, and I'm not like everyone else in the world who help mice and don't care about themselves. I'm a professional, and I should start acting like it before I lose them all.
Is there a problem with helping? Is there a problem with yelling directions to them, and giving up your own cheese? I would rather lose them all. I don't need selfish friends in my life.
They don't get how I feel.
And yet again, something small can change everything.