After a little cut scene time where the world spun around and around, like we do when we dance at the May Poll, I was dropped into this pretty little settlement with trees and tents and other ugly cows.

Cowabunga, I was in!

Hmm... what to do now? Well, there were no people with green lines over their heads, so I guess I just need to kill everyone around me. But that didn't seem to work. Everyone just ambled away. No one was wearing the blue and gold, so I guess I'm not in Sanctuary anymore. Apparently, it's hard to get other ugly cows angry.

So, off I went, on my quest. I looked for vehicle stations, armor pads, and I even tried to hack my way inside of one of those teepees. Sadly, there was no hacking. You just walk in. There's not much to do inside, so I walked back outside.

Where was that vehicle station? I knew if I could only get up in my Reaver, I could look around and get the lay of the land. But although the World of Warcraft box told me about flying Zeppelins, I could see nothing flying at all. I did, however, see one guy with a floating yellow exclamation mark on his head.

Since I couldn't kill him, I talked to him instead. I thought he was supposed to die, since the exclamation point wasn't green, but he seemed nice enough. But then, he got weird. And mean.

He told me he wanted me to go out into the grassy area and kill some blue ducks. That's mean! I like all animals, especially the ugly cows like me. But then I thought, I eat cows all the time and love it. Does that mean I'm a cannibal? Oh, what the heck, I'll go kill me a duck!

And, I did, too. I went off and found a duck and after a big fight, I killed that sucker! Man, I thought I was a gonner for a minute. Those ducks are mean!

Diary, I wonder about this world. What's the attraction? Do we all just kill ducks all the time? Is this why I gave up my afterburner-powered space plane? Is this why I hung up my heavy armor and engineer's gear? Is it all about playing duck and cover?

I don't know. I felt strangely let down. But try as I might, I couldn't recall to Sanctuary. I guess I'm stuck here as an ugly cow, me and the ducks.

Well, goodbye for now, Dear Diary. Who knows what the morrow will bring?

Jessica McCurdy Crooks is a freelance writer/editor, researcher, indexer and information consultant/Librarian. A native of Jamaica, she is a trained librarian/records manager. Today she spends her time consulting on establishing libraries and record management programmes, writes on various topics, focusing on lifestyle issues, health, cooking, travel, and her hobby -- photography.