It's normal for dedicated archers, you really DO die without having done anything in your shitty worthless lives. And then there's this big shovel with your name on it, awaiting at the entrance to hell, for you to hop down and start loading the coal. For all eternity.
After you stopped playing, I fell in love with str crutch shield builds, so I will just go to the purgatory to wait until my sins are cleansed. I wasn't that bad of a person since I played some honourable high strength armored longbowman build.
I've contended with the mortality clock a lot, it only ever surfaces late at night when all is quiet and you're left alone with your thoughts. Maybe it helps (or does the opposite) to acknowledge that we all die some day and that whatever we accomplish it will never be enough if that's your outlook. Whether or not you're satisfied at the end is down to your outlook more than your number of achievements.
Imo there's 2 kinds of mutually exclusive ways that people can struggle with mortality. Suicidal types can feel down because life sucks or is meaningless or whatever, and I'm incapable of ever empathising with that because I'm in the opposite camp. I think that folks like me and you that hear the clock ticking at night are the ones that enjoy being alive, even if you're bored or having a bad day or procrastinating something you know you should be doing, somewhere at the back of your mind you're happy to be experiencing life (even at a computer screen) and it's inconceivable and damn scary to think that there will be a time when it's over and you don't get to experience anything anymore.
Not to bait the community too much with the 'r' word, but sometimes I wonder if we started to cast off our evolutionary coping mechanism a little too soon. As much as I personally think religious worship doesn't make sense even from a religious perspective, from a practical perspective organised religion is good at forcing people to socialise with their local communities (in a time now where people increasingly get all nostalgic about the possibly-fictional days of unlocked front doors, apple pies cooling on the window etc), force a sense of purpose on those that need it, force a promise of life after death on those that need it. Maybe that's why our brains are so naturally susceptible to believe in the supernatural, because we're self-aware and we know we're going to die no matter what we do, so need a distraction/coping mechanism. Like that fable about the dad telling his lazy sons he'd buried treasure in his vineyard, so they spend their whole lives tilling the soil and getting rich by accidentally tending to the vineyard - maybe the religious aspect of religion was similarly a distraction from the practical benefits. We've never really put a secular equivalent in place, I guess if you're a gamer a 'clan' is the closest you can get to that but it's barely human contact and it's with people 100s of miles apart.
Well, I'm into some weird position : at 6-7, I decided to admit there's no superior entity to manage our lives, as said in several religious books. There's simply too much evil, too much bloodshed from mankind to think it is the fruit of some divine, positive creator; and if there ever was one, that entity is long gone, or doesn't care at all. Therefore, as soon as you dismiss the theory of God, you're alone in a way, facing your own mortality. There's no one to save you from that, it'll come to haunt you at night, or when you're alone. When I look at the night sky, I also remember how meaningless I am in front of the entire universe, and also in front of Time. It's only when you step back a little bit you realize how weak, stupid, incoherent, petty our condition may be, and it is so painful to say that nothing you'll do will matter at some point I sometimes wish I was born without a proper brain, or simply died at birth. Yet, this life is the only thing I got, and there's nothing after since there's no hell, nor heaven (or so I think). The only thing you can do from this point is trying to enjoy yourself and do some good on the way, since nothing actually matters when you're dead. I'll admit Heskey, I wish I'm wrong, because my vision of things is depressing at best.
Videogames are the only things worth living for. 
Not the only thing to live for, yet really handy when everything around you is going batshit crazy. I just hope video games will not see their quality downgraded every year from now on, or I might be better off travelling around the world instead of sitting on my arse.
Lucky me i guess, i dont feel the same clock ticking. I only ever want to prove things to myself, and in general i dont feel like i want/need to prove anything. Crpg had me going hard at trying to become the bestest, but now its dead as far as playability goes even though there are a couple of players left. M&B2 dream though, maybe it will be our savior.
Basically, cRPG is to me that game that took over me, got me through somehow by turning me into a tryhard, before I realized it was just a damn mod, and I was better off trying a little bit, but in a casual way. All hail m&b 2.
PS : for that comment in the shittalk thread.
oldschool mercs bannerstack vs vanguard bannerstack anitym skrub, the necromancy involved in it will be the hardest part in this cock-measuring contest.
