Great is the enemy of Good

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Or really anything at all.  I don’t know that I thought this blog as anything that was ever “great” or even “good” but I sure do know that part of my slump lately is that I look at my peers blogs (Belghast, Tamrielo) I see a bar set so high that I feel incapable of even failing to achieve it gracefully.

I am terrified of failure.  I am ever more terrified of failing in such an embarrassing way.  This is something I need to work to overcome, because if I’m ever going to grow as a person, the path is probably going to be through constant failure, not constant success.

Dragon Age and Racism

Boy this is a topic I’ve wanted to write about but I gotta preface it with this: I am scared.  Racism is a big topic that I feel like no one wants to talk about and generally gets angry with me when I do.  When it comes to privileged classes I am near the top: White, male, cisgendered, heterosexual, college educated, born into an upper middle class family, employed at a job that offers a salary and benefits, married.  Social justice is something I care about a great deal, because I am offended by any statement that “the world isn’t fair” that isn’t followed up with “but we should strive to make it so.”  I am acutely aware that trying to talk about any of these topics from a position of authority is foolish, so I’m not going to.

I’m going to talk about what how Dragon Age offers me a brief glimpse into the life of someone less privileged.  I have played as two characters in Dragon Age: Origins: A city elf rogue and a elf mage.  I quit my rogue around Lothering because I was frustrated with the gameplay.  I’m currently in Orzammar on my mage.  Both of these characters show you the story of two characters trapped by circumstances beyond their control.  It’s been too long since I played a city elf, so I’m going to mostly talk about my mage.

As a mage, I open the game being told that my lot in life is as an effective prisoner of a religious order of Templars.  I was likely taken from my family at a young age as soon as it was revealed I was a mage.  I start the game going through a semi-mandatory rite of passage that would have ended with me being executed had I failed.  I got a chance to strike up a conversation with my would be executioner, who expressed happiness that he didn’t have to kill me.  Everything you do in the intro reminds you that you exist at pleasure of the Templars, and they will end your life if they feel it necessary.  The sense of oppression permeates the scene, and I couldn’t help but gleefully take my leave when the Grey Warden offered it.

It’s funny, my first playthrough I remember hating Duncan, but that’s because the circumstances as a city elf are a bit less cheerful.

It is funny, as the game started I felt the oppressive weight of anti-mage sentiment.  As the game continued I realized that while the Templar were generally awful, at least they didn’t seem quite as prejudiced against elves as nearly everyone else is.

Elves are the outcasts, servants, beggars and slaves of this world.  City guards call us Knife-ears, a slur that actually hurt me when I first heard it.  My authority as a world leader is consistently questioned because of my heritage.  As a human, guards will treat you with immediate deference.  As an elf I constantly hear “I don’t really know how I’m supposed to treat you.  I mean, you are an elf.”

Even my close companions are not immune.  Leliana approached me one night to talk about my childhood, and she ended the conversation attempting to explain how elves in Orlais are so much better off as slaves than as free elves.  Morrigan, who was my one time lover, would sneeringly refer to Zevram simply as “elf” when she wanted to dismiss him.

My own rage against the world is a product of my personal upbringing.  I was never required to live the life of someone with less privilege.  My reaction to the game is that I wish I could just let the whole world burn for it’s crimes against my people.  And I also realize that if this wasn’t a fantasy game, a game where I am expected to win, the people would revolt against that.  The power structures I am unifying would unify against me, and I realize the trap that this is.  I feel hopeless, and I don’t know what to do.

I hope this ramble makes some sense.  I’m going to avoid any further line drawing to real life and just say that Dragon Age: Origins, a game I hated, has made me reconsider my own upbringing and that of my fellow humans.

I can’t wait to play an elf in DA: 2.

What’s that?  Humans only?

/sigh

Great is the enemy of Good

by

Or really anything at all. I don’t know that I thought this blog as anything that was ever “great” or even “good” but I sure do know that part of my slump lately is that I look at my peers blogs (Belghast, Tamrielo) I see a bar set so high that I feel incapable of even failing to achieve it gracefully.

I am terrified of failure. I am ever more terrified of failing in such an embarrassing way. This is something I need to work to overcome, because if I’m ever going to grow as a person, the path is probably going to be through constant failure, not constant success.

Dragon Age and Racism

Boy this is a topic I’ve wanted to write about but I gotta preface it with this: I am scared. Racism is a big topic that I feel like no one wants to talk about and generally gets angry with me when I do. When it comes to privileged classes I am near the top: White, male, cisgendered, heterosexual, college educated, born into an upper middle class family, employed at a job that offers a salary and benefits, married. Social justice is something I care about a great deal, because I am offended by any statement that “the world isn’t fair” that isn’t followed up with “but we should strive to make it so.” I am acutely aware that trying to talk about any of these topics from a position of authority is foolish, so I’m not going to.

I’m going to talk about what how Dragon Age offers me a brief glimpse into the life of someone less privileged. I have played as two characters in Dragon Age: Origins: A city elf rogue and a elf mage. I quit my rogue around Lothering because I was frustrated with the gameplay. I’m currently in Orzammar on my mage. Both of these characters show you the story of two characters trapped by circumstances beyond their control. It’s been too long since I played a city elf, so I’m going to mostly talk about my mage.

As a mage, I open the game being told that my lot in life is as an effective prisoner of a religious order of Templars. I was likely taken from my family at a young age as soon as it was revealed I was a mage. I start the game going through a semi-mandatory rite of passage that would have ended with me being executed had I failed. I got a chance to strike up a conversation with my would be executioner, who expressed happiness that he didn’t have to kill me. Everything you do in the intro reminds you that you exist at pleasure of the Templars, and they will end your life if they feel it necessary. The sense of oppression permeates the scene, and I couldn’t help but gleefully take my leave when the Grey Warden offered it.

It’s funny, my first playthrough I remember hating Duncan, but that’s because the circumstances as a city elf are a bit less cheerful.

It is funny, as the game started I felt the oppressive weight of anti-mage sentiment. As the game continued I realized that while the Templar were generally awful, at least they didn’t seem quite as prejudiced against elves as nearly everyone else is.

Elves are the outcasts, servants, beggars and slaves of this world. City guards call us Knife-ears, a slur that actually hurt me when I first heard it. My authority as a world leader is consistently questioned because of my heritage. As a human, guards will treat you with immediate deference. As an elf I constantly hear “I don’t really know how I’m supposed to treat you. I mean, you are an elf.”

Even my close companions are not immune. Leliana approached me one night to talk about my childhood, and she ended the conversation attempting to explain how elves in Orlais are so much better off as slaves than as free elves. Morrigan, who was my one time lover, would sneeringly refer to Zevram simply as “elf” when she wanted to dismiss him.

My own rage against the world is a product of my personal upbringing. I was never required to live the life of someone with less privilege. My reaction to the game is that I wish I could just let the whole world burn for it’s crimes against my people. And I also realize that if this wasn’t a fantasy game, a game where I am expected to win, the people would revolt against that. The power structures I am unifying would unify against me, and I realize the trap that this is. I feel hopeless, and I don’t know what to do.

I hope this ramble makes some sense. I’m going to avoid any further line drawing to real life and just say that Dragon Age: Origins, a game I hated, has made me reconsider my own upbringing and that of my fellow humans.

I can’t wait to play an elf in DA: 2.

What’s that? Humans only?

/sigh

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AggroChat #33 – Crafting, Puzzles and Raven

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On this episode we have a special guest on AggroChat that may turn into a more permanent addition.  Raven is a friend that I initially met through Twitter but we all have become close to through our time spent in Final Fantasy XIV.  She has been awesome with offering to fill in with her characters whenever we happen to need them for our guilds semi-regular shenanigans.  With Rae’s recent absence from the show I had been kicking around the idea of bringing on another person, and thankfully Raven showed some interest in doing it.  Hopefully she had as much fun as the rest of us did, and she brought some interesting takes on the topics we discussed.

This was a massive meandering show where we talked about some of our favorite puzzle games at length even dredging things up like Tetris Attack.  We talked about the Road Not Taken, which is quite possibly the most depressing puzzle rpg ever.  We talk Super Smash brothers, and do a horrible job at trying to guess Ashgar’s favorite character.  We talk about Kodra’s experience playing Dragon Age Origins and how he is ultimately playing a completely different game than I ever managed to play.  We fall into a giant Final Fantasy XIV crafting discussion, since Raven is the pocket expert on the topic.  Finally I discuss my frustrations with Molten Core 40 man LFR from this past Tuesday and how it really does make players not ever want to do 40 man again.

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AggroChat #32 – Azeroth, Mordor and Beyond

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Tonight we have Belghast, Ashgar, Kodra and Tamrielo and once again we fill the evening talking about the games we have been playing.  Kodra talks about his recent experiences playing the Shadows of Mordor, and how the sandbox is actually more enjoyable than the story.  Ashgar talks about Little Big Planet 3 and the beauty of sackboy.  I talk about the rather large WoW shaped hole that I seem to have fallen into with the release of Warlords of Draenor.  Tamrielo talks about his recent experiences in Final Fantasy XIV and finally finding a set piece robe that I actually likes.  This of course is just a sketch of the topics discussed, and several games in between including Endless Legend, Civlization Beyond and Fallen London.

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