In praise of one-job RPGs, the greatest antidote to FOMO
We have all known the profound sorrow of getting two hours into an RPG and deciding that actually, Mum, I don't want to be an elven druid anymore. Being an elven druid sucks ass. There's barely any plantlife in the opening dungeon, so half my support skills are useless, and the only animal companion I'm qualified to conjure right now is a cranky squirrel. I'd much rather be a rogue. Look at all these elevated paths and pickable locks hereabouts! Look at all these shadows I could be skulking in, these precarious chandeliers directly opposite crawlspaces with rusty grills! Ugh, if only I weren't a stupid diluted floral wizard!