surprised by pixel art
Oct. 27th, 2008 01:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
egypturnashI spent this evening playing the fan translation of Mother 3. (Or you could call it Earthbound 2 - the usual nonsense with only parts of series being localized comes into play here.)
Partway through the first chapter, something happened that I've never had happen to me in a computer RPG.
(Definite spoilers follow; I would seriously suggest grabbing the translation, the Japanese ROM, and a Gameboy Advance emulator, and playing until a certain moment by a riverbank in Chapter 1 - you'll know what moment I mean if you've played it.)
Sure, I've played a lot of games in which I was in the shoes of some teenager, thrust rudely into Adventure when his parents were killed by the baddies. But watching Flint lash out at his friends as they tried to console him after his wife's death was the first time I'd ever really sympathized with my character's loss. It's the first time I've ever been in the shoes of an adult in one of these games. An adult with something to lose. He'd found someone he wanted to spend his life with, and now she'd been taken away from him after just a few years. This is just not an emotional place video games go in my experience - when a love interest is lost, it's one who's been shoved down your throat with one badly-written scene after another, with few characteristics besides an inexplicable interest in the protagonist and a low-cut dress.
For all its pixelly abstraction, the animation of Flint hitting his friends and neighbors was amazingly powerful. Because I'd been the one searching for Flint's sons, and for his wife, for the past half hour or so. It was done so understatedly that it worked. It could have been a "women in refrigerators" moment, and maybe to some people it is - but for me, it was a hideous shock that I'd been growing to expect for several story points.
The game keeps being whimsical, as you'd expect from its predecessors, but it's all changed. The pig-themed aliens who turned peaceful lizards into killing machines straight out of a 15-year-old boy's margin doodles for no better reason than 'dude, that'd be cool'? They're not comedic. They're just malignant. And now the game is trying to leaven my desire for vengeance by having Flint's father-in-law tag along as part of my party and tell me to smile. Which is cruel, really.
This is just not the kind of emotion I was expecting out of this game. I'm wondering what else it'll surprise me with.
And really, I feel like the fact that this is the first time I've been in the shoes of an adult while playing a console RPG is an indictment of the whole sorry genre. Can we have more story-focused games where the lead character is believably past puberty, and has something to lose besides the life they hate because they're an angsty teen, please?
Edit: And then after Flint has his vengeance that tastes like ashes, it forcibly shifts me away from his story to this nonsensical crap about a thief being browbeaten by his father. I would consider being horrified by this portrayal of child abuse continuing into adulthood - but I can't take it at all seriously when the game makes me steal a fucking golden spittoon. Ah well. We'll see if it finds another way to get to me before the inevitable use of my name somewhere in the endgame.
Partway through the first chapter, something happened that I've never had happen to me in a computer RPG.
(Definite spoilers follow; I would seriously suggest grabbing the translation, the Japanese ROM, and a Gameboy Advance emulator, and playing until a certain moment by a riverbank in Chapter 1 - you'll know what moment I mean if you've played it.)
Sure, I've played a lot of games in which I was in the shoes of some teenager, thrust rudely into Adventure when his parents were killed by the baddies. But watching Flint lash out at his friends as they tried to console him after his wife's death was the first time I'd ever really sympathized with my character's loss. It's the first time I've ever been in the shoes of an adult in one of these games. An adult with something to lose. He'd found someone he wanted to spend his life with, and now she'd been taken away from him after just a few years. This is just not an emotional place video games go in my experience - when a love interest is lost, it's one who's been shoved down your throat with one badly-written scene after another, with few characteristics besides an inexplicable interest in the protagonist and a low-cut dress.
For all its pixelly abstraction, the animation of Flint hitting his friends and neighbors was amazingly powerful. Because I'd been the one searching for Flint's sons, and for his wife, for the past half hour or so. It was done so understatedly that it worked. It could have been a "women in refrigerators" moment, and maybe to some people it is - but for me, it was a hideous shock that I'd been growing to expect for several story points.
The game keeps being whimsical, as you'd expect from its predecessors, but it's all changed. The pig-themed aliens who turned peaceful lizards into killing machines straight out of a 15-year-old boy's margin doodles for no better reason than 'dude, that'd be cool'? They're not comedic. They're just malignant. And now the game is trying to leaven my desire for vengeance by having Flint's father-in-law tag along as part of my party and tell me to smile. Which is cruel, really.
This is just not the kind of emotion I was expecting out of this game. I'm wondering what else it'll surprise me with.
And really, I feel like the fact that this is the first time I've been in the shoes of an adult while playing a console RPG is an indictment of the whole sorry genre. Can we have more story-focused games where the lead character is believably past puberty, and has something to lose besides the life they hate because they're an angsty teen, please?
Edit: And then after Flint has his vengeance that tastes like ashes, it forcibly shifts me away from his story to this nonsensical crap about a thief being browbeaten by his father. I would consider being horrified by this portrayal of child abuse continuing into adulthood - but I can't take it at all seriously when the game makes me steal a fucking golden spittoon. Ah well. We'll see if it finds another way to get to me before the inevitable use of my name somewhere in the endgame.
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Date: 2008-10-29 01:51 am (UTC)