Last round, I got a bunch of folks to mentor. And I enjoyed it.
This round, I was going to follow the lead of some folks whose game skills surpassed mine, so I wasn't planning on mentoring. Sure I was going to feel a little guilty saying, NO, GIT GUD NOOB, but it was a sacrifice I was willing to make.
But the game never asked me if I wanted to be a mentor.
After fully protecting my thoughts with an aluminum coating, I realized the game was not in fact reading my thoughts and that the game operators merely disabled the mentoring program while it undergoes some tweaking.
But then one of my first time players from last game asked me to help her mentor a passel of folks she took on and I immediately put the tinfoil hat back on my head where it still sits as I write this.
If that weren't scary enough,
- The game somehow managed to take all the folks I wanted to watch in their native habitat, and convinced them not to play this round.
- The game just morphed the team captain from bright sunny rabbit into some sickly green on black Goth Scale of Justice
- The game just accused me of being selfish because I posted about shedding a tear every time someone runs up wait time on an RG immediately preceding the hour that rg will be needed for a competition
- All of a sudden I am building to a new city to help a bunch of new player learn how to play the game.
So, please heed my warning. Get out! Get out now!!!!! Before the game permanently traps you into a mentoring role via some really twisted next gen singularity stuff. Roko's Basilik is HERE, run, RUN!!!!.
In all seriousness, I was surprised the algorithm did not identify me as a potential mentor this round.
The rest... its all true, Flee Fleance Flee.