There’s grass at my back. Huh.
I open my eyes.
I appear to be lying in a meadow on a beautiful summer day. Birds chirping, butterflies flitting from flower to flower, poofy clouds lazily drifting across the sky, the works. Which is weird, because I remember it being winter. And sleeping in a bed, come to think of it.
I’ve always felt somewhat removed from the Anora/Aemon debate, in no small part because I feel like I had a different initial experience of the first game than many players. Since I was deep into ME at the time, my first DA:O playthrough was one made largely in ignorance, with only a passing connection to the wider DA fandom.
I think I had a pretty similar experience as you. I ran a city elf warden as my first and currently only playthrough, also still more a Mass Effect fan than anything. I don’t think I really got sucked into DA:O the way that I got sucked into Mass Effect. I still don’t know why because it’s also the sort of game that theoretically I should really really like. Maybe I have to give myself some distance, and try not to compare it to ME too much.
Anyways, as a city elf, my warden is technically from Ferelden, but that country’s really done nothing for her, and she has personally awful experience with the ruling elite. So when I accidentally started romancing Alistair, first I was kinda miffed, because I had heard that if he becomes king, he won’t be able to continue a relationship with a non noble. And I couldn’t dump him, that would be like kicking a puppy… So I went through the game, and then when I met Anora, I realized that I was being dumb. There was no reason why Alistair would be a better ruler than her, since she at least seems interested and is indeed a smart woman who knows how to play the political game. And why would my Warden want to give him up to put him in a place where he’d be miserable? I did kind of feel guilty about Eamon, because he was one of the first one of the noble class who didn’t treat her as a servant from the start, and it kind of felt like betrayal, not helping him with his goal. But, I couldn’t agree with his argument. Like you said, bloodline isn’t exactly a guarantee of a good king, and I can’t exactly see my elf thinking that it would be.
I’ve become slightly sidetracked in Fallen London by trying to figure out the mysteries of Hunter’s Keep. I’m not sure if any followers are interested in FL, but I thought I’d post my notes as much to get them out of my head as anything. Heavy spoilers under the cut for all the Hunter’s Keep content, though nothing else.
Damn, now I need to get back into that. I have the bad habit of playing it in spurts of a few weeks then dropping it for a few months, so I’ve never gotten that far.
When I first found Dir en grey, I came to the realization that the technique of art really doesn’t matter as long as it’s done well. As much as people deride rap and hip-hop for not being music, I realized that I just probably hadn’t heard any particularly -good- hip-hop or rap. Well, now I can say that I have, because Macklemore & Ryan Lewis is seriously amazing.
Yes, Macklemore of Thrift Shop fame. I’m lucky that Cole linked me to some of his other songs, because otherwise I would have just past him over as merely a -admittedly amusing- joke song writer.
Listen to this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAg3uMlNyHA
Seriously, chills up my spine.
So, throughout almost the entire break, I’ve been struggling to put down my thoughts on Mass Effect 3 (yeah, this blog is kinda getting flooded with Mass Effect, isn’t it). I’d rocketed past the 1,700 word mark and I still didn’t feel like I had written anything that was worth reading. I kept going back, finding more that I wanted to say, adding in more little moments that I loved and never actually finishing a thought. Reading it over again, after letting it sit for a week, made me realize something that would have helped so much when I was in high school.
I’m an essayist, not a reviewer.
Ever since I was in middle school, I thought I would be great at writing reviews. I tend to analyze and pick apart everything that I come into contact with, especially if I like it. I enjoy trying to take things apart, imagining how each element works together, figuring out why this part didn’t work at all, why this part made me cry etc. So, in just about every single newspaper club I’ve been in, I’d try to write reviews, but I’d fail horribly. I’d put down words, look at it, delete and start again, since nothing ever came out the way I wanted it to. Then, too frustrated to continue working on it, I’d end up submitting nothing, much to the chagrin of the people waiting for my articles.
However, revisiting this massive mess of incoherent ramblings made me realize that when I write, I’m never trying to give an overview in broad strokes; I’m actually trying to define what each moment meant to me and show everyone else exactly how it made me feel. So I never get anywhere trying to review a complete work because there’s too much that I want to talk about and I get frustrated when I casually mention a moment that I really liked and realize that I didn’t actually define it properly. Then I try to fix this problem, and my article blows up in my face, since detailing 50 hours of gameplay doesn’t exactly make for a reasonably sized review nor can it be accomplished in a reasonable span of time.
So, I should give up on trying the broad strokes approach when I actually have an emotional attachment to something, since seriously, that’s not what I actually want to do. I want to distill all the feels one moment at a time and make the reader understand why I loved it so much.
Now, it would have been nice if I had realized this sooner, when I actually could write for a school newspaper. :P