Geeks, this one is for you. Remember Richard Garriott, the self-proclaimed Lord British? Yeah you do. He’s the guy who made all those Ultima games, at least one of which you liked. Though the series itself has pretty much faded away over time, he somehow managed to make enough scratch to throw a lot of ridiculous/amazing parties, fly into space, and purchase a Russian rover that had landed on and subsequently gotten lost on the Moon. The rover has since been found, which caused Garriott to proclaim himself owner of the bit of the moon the vehicle rests upon.
” … I might be able to make some claim to the land beneath it, if not even more territory,” he said recently, which statement is ludicrous on its own, even if you know nothing about the way actual land ownership works here on Earth, much less on Luna. Essentially, he’s saying that I could drive my car over to your place and park it on the lawn, thereby owning your front yard. Which made me just now go through this mental process: Hey, if that’s the way he thinks, then I’m heading over to his place with my just-bought school bus! Wait, no, he’s Lord British — if anybody in America has a private army of paladins, it’s gonna be him. I’m staying the hell away from there.
It’s great to be Garriott, I’ll bet. Your very whims become reality, and you’re used to looking down at Earth from orbit, musing over which island nation to purchase next for your upcoming party in which you hand everyone who walks in a halberd and a chainmail vest, then force them all to melée for your amusement. Man, I wanna be a game designer SO BAD.
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