Wide and shallow.
Which all added up to why marriage is a keen example of the issues I had with Skyrim. It’s a game with a lot of detail – huge numbers of things to do, sure – but no depth. No connection for me, the player. Everyone in the world is basically waiting for you to come along and solve their problems, be in the return of dragons or delivering letters to towns up the road. Skyrim is a single player MMO, and the in-game marriage system was a continuation in that vein.
Marriwage Bwings Us Togethwer, Skyrim-Style.
Skyrim is a great game if what you really want to do includes activities like collecting 2,000 lbs. of brooms. Not so great on the emotional connections.
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Don’t talk to me about “immersion”…
This weekend, as I was taking a chocolate bunny from the remains of a land-going fish assassin, a man carrying 1250 ingots of iron in a belt pouch remarked to me that it was unrealistic that he could salvage wood from charcoal. I had trouble hearing him speak from a different continent, partly because of the way 13,507 gold coins were clinking in my pockets[.]
[GW] Tooth Enamel and the Aging Adventurer.
True story: I have encountered the “gold coins” problem when trying to write videogame-based fanfic. Sure it makes sense in a game that you can carry six suits of armour and five thousand gold coins in your inventory but, erm. When you’re writing fiction, the lack of that makes certain things that would be trivial in-game quests (“go to the next town and buy our camp a month worth of provisions”) become suspension-of-disbelief impossible. I mean, have you ever actually had to carry around a thousand coins (denomination/s of your choice)? I have, and let me tell you: It’s really, really heavy.
(See also: Homestuck.)
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Problematic things.
As you zoom about the galaxy, you’ll encounter many fat guys. They’re soldiers, wardens, shopkeepers, spies, smugglers, community organizers, and Jedi. You’ll see not a single flippin’ fat woman anywhere. They just don’t exist.
And if erasing fat women from the galaxy wasn’t enough, the protocol droid on my ship helpfully informs me every once in a while that he’s put my crew on a diet. My crew of athletic guys and one skinny woman; all of whom spend their time sprinting across strange planets, getting into fistfights with monsters, and kicking the forces of evil in the face. God forbid these folks exercise their own discretion about how much fuel their bodies need. Not when BioWare can get in a cheap shot at fat people and call it a “joke.
One day, someone will make a videogame and there will be nothing problematic in it. Noth–
Oh, who am I kidding.
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The D’aulaires version (a classic!) of Thor dressed as Freya for “her” wedding to a giant. And Loki as the accompanying maid.
Look, y’all, they really had to get that hammer back.
(Norse myths rock.)
… just don’t ask Loki about that time he boned the horse.
(Seriously. He gets tetchy. It’s a níð thing.)
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