Who Are You?

Freaking Watch Arcane Workshop Already

If you aren’t watching Arcane Workshop, you are doing it wrong. Just objectively. It’s some of the most (if not the most) vulnerable commentary on gaming one can ask for. The channel is a testament to gaming as art. In his most recent video, “Why Bother With Videogames?”, Arcane gives his best swing at answering the question in the title. It’s a moving video. That’s no surprise, Arcane has a way of showing the River Styx moving through him. By the time I had a realization, and hated what it said about me. 

Gaming is a kind of an examination conscience. 

What’s an Examination of Conscience?

An examination of conscience is a tool, usually religious, where you try to suss out who you are. Classically this means a list of actions that are bad. You go through, check off the deeds you have done, and are meant to use it in working on yourself. 

In general, I hate them. 

Why?

Because, whether I like it or not. I am a cultural Protestant. Instead of finding  meaning everywhere, using texts to help guide the process… I use the text to define who I am. And this is a very bad thing to do. It doesn’t matter if it’s the Bible, an examination of conscience, or the newest YouTube video from Arcane Workshop, using a “text” to define you is a horrible idea. And I simply can’t get over it with those damn lists of actions. 

So how is a game an examination of conscience? C’mon, listen to Arcane talk! He is responding honestly to what he plays. He is moved, and moved people are honest to themselves. And that’s the point of an examination of conscience. He reacts to something in the world outside of him and realizes that says something about him.

So How Do I Stack Up?

Now, my chief game media is TTRPGs. What happens when I look at how I act? When I play, I am trouble. I pick fights with my GM, sometimes I get weirdly depressed and just skip sessions for reasons I don’t understand. When I am there I am there for maximum conflict, regardless of whether that’s in or out of game. I have literally flipped tables and walked out. 

Don’t I sound lovely? Admittedly, I have toned down significantly in recent years. But that edge “Fuck around find out” hasn’t worn off. So overall a lovely individual in all ways.

When I GM I can get strangely timid. I become conscious of everyone else at the table, sometimes too much, and may hold off on enacting evil plans until I am confident I will be well-received. Once I am confident, however? I can put you through Hell and make you grateful for the experience. Once confident the darkly twisted half of my personality comes out and asks questions that turn the Geneva Conventions into a checklist. I figure out where my players can enjoy the black of “damned if you do, damned if you don’t”… only to be extremely anxious afterwards that, once again, I overdid it. 

Don’t ask about video games. I literally still throw controllers at 37. Real mature, I know. 

Board games I am at my most honest when I am burning down the whole board, especially if I am in the middle of the conflagration. I generally enjoy taking hits on the chin and making it worse for the guy who hit me. If it’s a coop game I generally lead, although in a snarky “Let me clean up your mess” sort of a way. 

Bad as this sounds… this is all an improvement. There’s a lot of kindness I have gained. My brother has commented that I am now a very good teacher. He’s seen me sabotage my own efforts in order to teach others how to play well. Surprised, I told him I wanted others to be able to play with me. His response? “That wasn’t there before your children. Not like how it is now.” He and I enjoy friendly bouts Dice Throne whenever we see each other, and it’s a lovely time. 

Now, the temptation is to let this process be definitive. Cultural Protestantism, best summed up by the conservative Justices of the American Supreme Court, simply wants the page to define reality. There is a growing revulsion to this corrupt idea of law, and for good reason! What is on the page is only there so we can make sure some things in life remain clear, that wouldn’t be otherwise.  That’s it. If the examination isn’t to put me in a straitjacket, what is it for?

So that I know what areas of my soul need to find something to love. 

Changing Your Perception

Let me explain. 

The Greek word for repentance is metanoia - changing how your "third eye" sees things. Given that everyone, from time immemorial, has known that perception is belief applied in the real world, it means changing what you are looking for. Because your mind can only make decisions on what is fed to it. What is vital to understand is that repentance is not something where you go "Oh, I'm doing this wrong". That way just makes you perseverate and is the opposite of what's intended.

Instead, it's meant to help you understand that you can find more light. More warmth. More love. That you have a greater capacity for beauty and truth than you know. Doing "good" isn't a case of making some cold and abstract resolution that will never pay off in more light and warmth. Instead, find things that fill you with light and warmth, and watch as that radiates through you. 

This is not an easy thing to do. Your brain will get in the way. Light and warmth, the real stuff, defies time, space, logic, reason, all these things that you think define the world. They don't. I say this from really harsh experience. Light and warmth that you can't accept burns, and you have to figure out how to accept it.

The battle is not over whether you or doing the right thing or not. It is realizing that you can let more warmth and light flow through you. An examination of conscience helps you figure out where you might focus on.

And gaming is a great way to do that.

Andor is Moving and Conflicted

 

I am deeply divided on Andor. The hype around it automatically made me suspicious and prejudiced against it. The hype grew, my suspicions deepened. 

The first three episodes were so bad that I didn’t bother investigating further. 

We can blame the following blog post on my brother. My brother does not ask much of me. He is a generally the Huck Finn to my Tom Sawyer, quietly observing as I fly into the clouds and stay there a good long time. And, at one point, he told me he adored Andor. My brother is not a man to mince words, nor one who follows trends. He is one of the very few people I have met who forms genuine opinions.  So, if something moves him, I shut up and pay attention. When I told him the first three episodes sucked, he agreed they were rough, but to skip them. 

Did I listen? Of course not! I am stubborn! I tried starting again at the first three episodes again. What a surprise, I hated them! Badly structured with way too much yellow crap.

At some point I laughed at my stupidity and did what my brother suggested. And I really like the first season! I have three caveats, three pieces of context to refer back to before reading my thoughts on the first season of Andor.

Caveat the first: Star Wars is music expressed as a story. This is not up for debate, it is not a question worth arguing over. You listen to the music, let the images link up to it in your head, and use the dialogue to contextualize the music and images. That's how George did it and it's what Lucasfilm under Disney continues to do. If you disagree with this point nothing I am about to say will make sense to you. So, if you get lost, come back here and read this paragraph again.

Caveat the second: Star Wars is irrevocably Arthurian. And the Arthurian ideal, best expressed in Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, is that of the noble failure, where one can't win, but goes down swinging as hard as one can. The green claims you after you have worn your body out past death. Nobility is not in succeeding, but in preferring death rather than giving your foe what he wants.

The Force is simply Arthurian logic given power. Luke's triumphs in the OT are born from the Arthurian ideal given actuality. From blowing up to the first Death Star to sparing Vader to providing an escape path to the Resistance, Luke's successes are the noble failure par excellance. If you're trying to figure out who Luke is, look no further than Gawain of Camelot. 

But, no matter what happens, eventually you will fail. Like Frodo at Mount Doom, eventually you will be unable to resist. So fight until the green reclaims your bones! The rest of us get a green armband, because if only we could fail like Gawain!

The last caveat before I actually get to the point. I think Lucasfilm has a lot more creative control than most people think. So, when I watch anything Star Wars, I assume the other stuff matters. If it's released, it's meant to line up with everything else on a thematic level. Different works emphasize different thematic elements. You get a mosaic of experiences of mortals grappling with the central truth: death is preferable to giving in to what evil wants.

So, when they're charging the lines and shouting "Freedom!" I cheer because, for just one moment, everyone threw off their fear before it all came crashing down. The First Order is going to happen, folks! The next generation doesn't stick the landing, because as it turns out the house always wins, because the house doesn't play fair, and the next generation forgot. Because they always forget.

No, that's not subtext in Andor, it's literally shown right here:

Congratulations on resisting, the Empire is way ahead of you. It always is. The house always wins. You are not winning; you are choosing a way of life. You are choosing how you will die. No more. No less. 

And if you don't want to do this? If you don't want to resist the downward inner pull of the universe?

I assure you Luke pulls it off better than you. He bounced back five years after losing a dozen foster children, which is a superhuman act of fortitude. Don't like it? For the love of God avoid couples who miscarried. You may not be able to handle the sheer amount of inevitable soul rust. 

All the caveats aside. What do I think of Andor itself, not to mention its nearly universal acclaim as the new Star Wars hotness? Andor is a brilliant but unoriginal Star Wars show. It deserves high praise, but not the kind of acclaim it’s given. In reality, Andor has some deep flaws that result from the stupidity of the streaming model, which also simultaneously makes the story possible. 

Andor’s writing is brilliant. No one should be arguing this. The scope of  “We’re doing this on purpose” is beyond obvious. The plot is a perfectly crafted slowburn, filled with thematic showcases that only look like digressions. It isn’t Monster levels of brilliance, but anyone pulling off theme-as-plot is doing something incredible. Time and again, Andor stops to breathe. To process. To let you think about what you just saw. It can take a minute to get used to, but Andor pays off its promises every time. 

The real protagonist and true brilliance of Andor is Luthen Rael, the man who must make it all stop.  Stellan Skarsgard elevates the practically-perfect material written for him with an inspired performance. Luthen wields his grief as a dagger in the dark, for the benefit of others… assuming he doesn’t stab them In the back. Luthen is dangerous, unpredictable, with the right mix of actual masculinity and vulnerability to make him sympathetic. He is the broken heart of Andor. 

Arguably the show lets lightning strike twice by making the second-most boring character in Rogue One compelling: Cassian Andor. The show does a convincing progression, from selfish thief to conflicted hero. Diego Luna really pours himself into Cassian, showing as the walls around his soul crack, break, and collapse. I didn’t expect to give a shit about Cassian at the beginning of the show. The fact I do relatively quickly is a testament to the quality of the writing and acting. 

Unfortunately, that’s about where the brilliance stops. The rest of the characters are basically tools to advance the plot except for brief shining moments. Bix particularly suffers from writing that in any other show would be called out as chauvinistic, but the titillation of a brutal rape attempt is just too much to pass up. Mon Mothma almost hits brilliance (incredible speech aside!), but keeps getting sidelined. It’s a frustrating thing to witness all around, given how on fire this cast is. I understand they were cut short, and to a degree I even approve. But don’t introduce pieces you’re not going to move around! The stuff they do pull off is amazing, however! However. Andor doesn’t quite deserve the praise it gets. Aside from Luthen, these themes of “What are you willing to give up to keep everything going?” have been done a lot in Star Wars, and sometimes much better. Clone Wars and Tales of the Jedi does far more realistic (and useful) political commentary. Rebels has a much better supporting cast and overall writing. It’s not that Andor doesn’t have the best moments in Star Wars: “One way out” is, objectively, simply the most Star Wars thing ever. Period. It’s that other shows are more evenly constructed all around. I would prefer to rewatch Rebels (and am doing just that), because of the wider tonal range and cast of characters. 

And honestly? Andor is hampered by being connected to Rogue One. I am of the mind that, as the cultural zeitgeist changes, people will finally be allowed to see just how mediocre a film Rogue One really is. And returning to it after Andor only exacerbates the problems of Rogue One. All the characters except Chirrut and Saw are just… there. The plot moves because it’s supposed to move. It’s quite obvious Gilroy improved meteorically on Andor, and good for him, but it makes Rogue One look worse. I think it was a mistake to openly link the two. 

Andor has the single best moments in Star Wars. Period. Luthen is a breath of fresh air. Its uneven treatment of characters and plot, however, hamper it. As good as this show is, as beautiful as its moments, there is a reason why the streaming model doesn’t work. But at least we got this gem before the end. 

Sinners Is Beautiful Propaganda. Go Back to Sleep

 

"Racism: the belief that different races possess distinct characteristics, abilities, or qualities, especially so as to distinguish them as inferior or superior to one another"

- Oxford Dictionary

Sinners has some of the most beautiful moments I've seen in a movie. The mythology is interesting, the acting is amazing, the music moving, and the script is tight and effective. It's also one of the most overtly racist pieces of propaganda I've seen in a long time, giving me the kind of vibes that Robert E. Howard and H.P. Lovecraft give off in their short stories. Except, you know, Howard was arguably trying to show racism, as opposed to approving of it. Lovecraft was rather proud of his racism at the time, so that's not an argument. Unfortunately, Coogler seems unaware of the irony, not to mention even the most basic facts of history, relying upon bargain-bin corporate narratives I could find on Reddit. And that goes double for his half-assed take on Christianity. What results is one of the most conflicting movies I've seen in a long time.

Pound for pound, this is one of the sincerest movies I've seen in a long time. This is very clearly a passion project for Coogler, and that's always a good thing to see coming out of Hollywood's machine. Soul is always invigorating, even if it's serving someone's agenda. And this movie has a lot of it. There's a theme of breaking past divides, even if it's momentary, and I want to remark on that and say I see this and I love it. The ending scenes pull all this together, and although it isn't perfect, it exists and that's a pretty cool thing to see pulled off.

The mythology and worldbuilding of Sinners is really cool. Vampires are adapted to a pseudo hive-mind, where absorbing blood exposes everyone so victimized to everyone's culture and memories within the collective. It is an amazing idea! I love it! I'm stealing it for my game nights! I'm honestly surprised that it hasn't been done before, considering that blood is life and the "container" of the soul. I hope this idea sticks around. The concept of stealing culture and weaponizing it is compelling.

If Michael B. Jordan doesn't get an Oscar for this movie he will be robbed. Full stop. It's not that I doubted Jordan's ability to act before, but the sheer craft on display is nothing short of astounding. I can see why they color-coded the twins to red and blue, but I didn't need it. Jordan makes the twins Smoke and Stack so distinctive that the colors are superfluous. The rest of the cast also give career-defining performances. All hands are on deck! Everyone's giving 100%! Whatever my issues with Coogler, he clearly knows how to get everyone invested, pulling the very best out of his folks.

And the music. Folks, the music. There's really lovely stuff composed and adapted for this movie. The movie shows the emotion that created the music. I am a sucker for this kinda thing. Music suffuses the narrative, gives it weight and wings simultaneously. It's hard to screw up a movie with a halfway decent soundtrack and this is an inspired soundtrack.

Movies are about spectacle. Always. You can layer good ideas under them, but ultimately it is image that's at the center of cinema. And the script delivers these beautifully rendered moments, where images show raw beauty. And the writing knows this, steering us into moments where it's simply image. It's what movie writing should be. It knows what it should do. I want to see more writing like this.

But. And man, I hate to say this. But.

Racist is racist, no matter who says it.

I think we can all agree that H.P. Lovecraft is unequivocally and totally racist. Dude's work reeks of it. He admits it and apparently renounced it later on as a "juvenile stunt". Part of what makes Lovecraft's works work is the utter disgust of "the other". The emotion of disgust is so strong in Lovecraft's works that you can't help but feel connected to it. Howard does this in Conan and Solomon Kane and his other works so strongly that people are of the mind that he's racist. I do not think Howard was, certainly not in the way that Lovecraft was. Howard could and did write from a multitude of races and owned their viewpoints. He simply showed what's true: for most of human history, folks classify each other by their ethnicity. Lovecraft didn't do that. The disgust went one way: from him into his stories. There's a reason I don't usually read his stuff and think he's actually extremely overrated.

Circling back to the definition up top, I don’t think it’s right. It’s correct, but that doesn’t make it right. I say this because, over the years, I have gotten to witness a lot of disgust, first hand. My wife’s utter disgust of roaches is utterly indistinguishable from the looks I have seen thrown at my black friends for the smallest of transgressions. 

Racism is when you think of an ethnicity like my wife thinks of roaches. 

Here’s the problem. 

There's not a frame of this movie that doesn't show the same utter disgust for that most recent of American "ethnicities": “white folks”. I put that in quotes, because the instant you leave the U.S. and tell an Irishman he's English (or if he's in the U.S. and are stupid) you will get your ass beat. In fact, try telling a Slovak he's Russian. Go ahead. Do it. I'll be hiding somewhere else. There’s whole “white” ethnicities that would gladly beat you within an inch of your life if you tried that on them. 

And if this distinction, that of corporate parasitism, was actually made in the movie, man that would have been brilliant! I would have loved that! Hive-mind vampires standing in for corporatism? Absolutely! But the movie’s main climax is Elijah shooting all the Klan folks in gloriously captured gore. After watching all the vampires infected by a “white man” burn alive. So no. They just mean “white folks”. The fact that I could swap out Lovecraft’s racist rants in his over bloated, cowardly, and almost entirely reprehensible “fiction” for what Coogler does here and the tone wouldn’t shift a bit is totally lost on him. 

But Coogler doesn’t stop there. He gets dumber. 

As a brief (and necessary) aside, I am from that generation of Catholics raised in an era where “dialogue” with the modern world was encouraged. “There’s common ground, find it!” was the cry. “Don’t shrink from the world, engage!” Most people I know took that adage to mean we should live and let live. Liberalism wasn’t inherently anti-Christian, these people believe in reason! And don’t we hold that the Son of God is named Logos? Which we mistranslate to “logic” and “reason”? We were taught that the frequent anti-Christian nonsense in most modern films was meant well, it was simply ignorance. But, deep down; their reason was our Logos. We could talk them into changing their minds. 

But that attitude is bullshit. 

The liberals’ “reason” and our Logos aren’t the same thing. At all.

I say all this because this film is quite openly anti-Christian. And I simply refuse to give it a pass for it. From the usual stupidity of calling Christianity a white man’s form of oppression - when Ethiopian Christianity was the longest running Christian civilization ever, outstripping Constantinople by hundreds of years - to having the vampires recite the Our Father, to the talisman working right after that… 

No. 

Simply. No. 

This is History 101, folks.  Only a rank ideologue could miss it. That and/or a corporate stooge. 

Totally unrelated, here’s some of the Amazon “X-Ray” extras. 

A giant corporation put that on their website, when it profits from us doing the very opposite of what’s on that screenshot. This is text, folks, this is what Coogler means. And Amazon, Coogler’s vampires writ large, allowed this on their website. 

There are three ways corporations allow something honest to be made: it renders the masses more pliable, it slips their notice, or someone made an exception from love. This isn’t really a movie about love and Amazon puts the message of the movie - which should scare them shitless - right front and center. 

Oh, wait, anger without effective methods turns into resentment, which then turns into apathy. Which then solidifies power structures. The anger was rendered useless. 

Did you end the movie wanting to invest your time in more local endeavors? Pick up music? Learn how to take pride in your own creations? No? 

Did it even occur to you to do so?

Crescendo: What Happens After?

I have been making a game about becoming a legendary hero for a while now. It’s mostly based off the works of Gene Wolfe,  because I think Wolfe is objectively correct about what a hero is: 

a person who can only do what he believes, no more and no less. 

This creates tumult as the world changes in response. 

What Wolfe understands better than anyone, however, is that being a hero is a transitional moment. At some point you become different. The world which you forced your will on adapts to your ways. Your actions, rather than being disruptive, are expected. Instead of being a hero, you are now a revered part of the establishment. Others build their ponzi schemes off you and move on. 

So what do you become in that new world that you made? A teacher? A scholar? An archmage? A king? Whatever it is, it isn’t a hero, because you fit with the world. Stagnation becomes a possibility, as the worst enemy of all rears its sweet head: comfort. 

Frequently you just die. Let’s see what happened to all the heroes post-Iliad, shall we…? Oh, right. Menelaus and Helen are okay. Odysseus gets ten years of journeys and a brief time with Penelope before his son by Circe kills him.

I think that’s it? 

Pretty much everyone else is a suicide or some form of horrifying death. Agamemnon gets boiled alive, and good riddance to him! One of the Ajaxes commits suicide, driven mad by the gods. Poseidon gets a bunch of them. The Age of Heroes ends with a whimper, not a bang. 

And let’s not even get started on Arthur and his knights. Gawain, the best one of them, can’t face death without flinching, unlike the woman he accidentally kills. The cyclical nature of reality is preserved 

Why do we ignore such a basic fact? Fiction is always a summation of belief, not a flight from it. So why do we assume that there is some linear process whereby the hero of the day is happy and well-adjusted tomorrow, nevermind remaining the hero?

Crescendo answers this question by ending the story before heroes have become legends in the setting. It is randomly determined what great deeds they accomplish. We determine how they remake the world so they may live in it comfortably. And then we end the game. We know what our long process has created, without betraying what the game is. We say goodbye before our heroes fall in love with spaceships or assassin redheads or something equally silly. And then we move on.

Heroism isn’t a a destination. It’s a bloody and tumultuous process with an ending. You don’t fit with the world, so you make the world capable of accepting you, however that shakes out. It is a fight for spiritual survival. And then, most of the time, if you have any conscience at all, you stop as soon as you can. 

Creating Roleplaying Opportunities

The other week I played DCC for the first time. It was a blast. I had a wonderful time. Three of my level zero wusses died in the first session, in hilariously awful ways. Blood was flowing, we were solving puzzles and trying to survive... and boy was I failing. But I noticed something while we were having a great time: we weren't really roleplaying, as I had come to understand it. Again, I had a blast! I was engaged! But it wasn't like we were truly RPing.

This isn't a complaint. It's more of a meditation. A processing. Please keep something in mind: I have been playing either Burning Wheel or Crescendo constantly for going on... ten years? I have been steeped in very deep, narration-heavy, roleplaying for a very long time. I don't say that as a boast. It's a fact of my life, and in order for this post to make sense, you have to know that.

Now, I am a firm believer that systems influence people. I think it's possible to encourage people into roleplaying more, into any system, with just a few modifications. After thinking about it, here's what I thought of:

Whenever possible, hook mechanics into roleplaying.

You can't make a fictional world in an RPG without the rules the players agreed to. Throwing the rules out actually makes the world incomplete. I've found that the more you bring the rules into roleplaying itself, the better the roleplaying itself is.

Hold any possible skepticism for the moment. Here's some ideas on how you do it. 

Use Their Player Classes/Archetypes/Backgrounds to Describe Scenes

Whenever you're done describing a scene, ask each player to add a detail that would interest their someone of their class, archetype, or background. Let the players add to the scene. Let them help you tie the noose.

Players Must Justify Success

If a player doesn't narrate why they should succeed in their action... they don't. It's not "Roll for it", it's "No". That simple. 

Rolling comes up, generally speaking, if the GM feels that the plan given by the player might be plausible. This one little rule will almost entirely do the trick, just on its own. If you require actual narration, with an attempt to solve the problem before them, players will do it. 

Justify Advantage When Rolling

Rolling should never be neutral. Either the player has justified having advantage on the roll or they get disadvantage. 

This comes down to system choice, of course, but the general mechanics of most RPGs can be fit to this rule pretty easily. This rule keeps the player engaged in the fiction, even as they pick up the dice. It's a small trick, but it keeps the flow of narration going. Be more merciful than not. Rolls are usually instigated by the GM, not the player, so if you're forcing a player to fend for themselves and then not be terribly lenient about them responding it's actually going to kill engagement. Let the players feel like they're rising to the occasion.

Let Them Narrate the Loss of HP

Or whatever negative stuff you have in your game. If something happens to the character (like gaining Stress, losing HP, gaining Conditions), ask them what that looks like for their character. Players naturally want to use the system to describe their characters. Let them! They'll invest if you let them do it.

Conclusion

The idea that the fictional world is complete without the rules of the game doesn't really work, because it doesn't. You aren't just playing make-believe, you are using a ruleset to guide make-believe. Bringing the rules into the fiction, to make it an aspect of roleplaying, makes the overall experience more cohesive. The rules are in the world. You bring the rules in, and the loop is complete.

Eating Crow: Rippaverse

On a basic level, I get being anti-woke. I hate performative empathy, toxic positivity, and offensively shallow Marxism as much as the next person with a brain. Yes, woke still exists. Yes, it's still bad. No, it’s not anymore “caring about people” than sticking someone in a Soviet camp.

At anytime someone of less reading comprehension than my seven year old gets lost, refer to the above paragraph.

In 2020/21 I would say I was a fan of Eric July’s content. He seemed to have some strong common sense, without being driven by the insane rage that had taken over so many. He was pleasant and snarky, without being a jerk  

So when he announced he was going to start his own comic book company, Rippaverse, I was excited! Sure! I would need to see proof of concept and whatnot, but as a general idea? Absolutely! I wanted to see what he had to offer. 

I have written reviews on three Rippaverse comics: Isom 1, Isom 1 and 2, and Alphacore. I was generally positive about the three books and handled Isom 1 and 2 the way I would want someone to handle my first written works: as trailers for what they may accomplish. Alphacore isn’t the best thing Chuck Dixon ever wrote, and its art is atrocious, but overall, I liked it. Overall, strong enough to keep me buying. Not the best stuff I had ever read, but I thought it had potential.

Then Yaira 1 came out. 

And then Goodying. 

Holy crap, did I hate those books. The art issues that plagued the first three (particularly Alphacore) were even worse than before. The art was just flat out bad. The plots clearly needed another pass or five before being sent to the penciller. 

Yaira suffered from having too much stuffed into it. There's all these ideas that, on paper, are really good, but they don't interact very well with each other, not in 90 pages. 300? Sure. 90? Absolutely not. The plot doesn't breathe, so it all felt incoherent. And, once again, the art is just... it's a hodge podge of crap. I hate saying it, because it's very clear everyone is rushed. If you can't deliver a good product on time, delay. The story and art are what matter! Saying "Oh, we're on time" is not enough. 

Goodying was bland. Flat out bland. Again, there's good ideas in the text. Goodying being a stoic is a cool idea! Goodying as a character was easily my favorite in Isom 1, and I loved the things revealed about him. But the plot is just flat out bad. It's not serviceable. It's not even mediocre. It's bad. The characters stay static, and the plot just doesn't... do anything. Nothing. It's just there. There's characters I do actually want to see have an adventure, and it's boring to read about them. And that's unforgiveable in a story.

These are just outright bad books. Defending them sounds like a wife with a black eye saying they tripped down the stairs. I wish it wasn't so! But they're so cookie cutter. So corporate. Rippaverse's stuff reads like the kind of corporate shlock I hate Marvel for, but it's supposed to be some scrappy indie company. I take offense at that. 

A splash of cold water across the face. Two, really. That's what Yaira 1 and Goodying were. The problem was that my hatred became retroactive. No longer was I as generous with Isom or Alphacore. They stopped looking like birthing pains and became a “If someone tells you who they are, listen” situation. It’s one thing if you’re figuring out your craft, but this started to look like someone loving the smell of their own farts. 

Unfortunately, July has clarified that for me via his Iliad-length Twitter (it will NEVER be X) posts. Here's part of one.

C’mon, folks, that’s just cringe incarnate.

So. 

Here’s the deal. 

July’s stable of crap is soulless. I can hear the squeaky squeak of the pen in the checkboxes. Once is your first time, sure. I get it. Writing is legitimately hard. You gotta figure out how to structure your ideas to put some soul in, that makes sense. Five times, three of them from other creators, is on purpose. The line just feels so bland and mediocre. Much as I hate 99% of Marvel these days, at least they have the grace to be bad. Bad is clear. Bad is easy. So is good. But mediocre? Get out. 

The problem is that most of the “anti-mainstream” is like this. They have checklists of what they think are in good stories, like it's a form. Like somehow, some way, they can just connect the dots. 

You know who else talks like that? Corporations.

I'm disappointed. I wanted Rippaverse to be good. I really did. But this just isn't it. I spent my hard-earned cash on books that were, at best, mediocre. And considering that I can't seem to find an honest review of any Rippaverse stuff, or even anyone actually talking about it in general, I can't even ascertain if any future books are worth my time or not. 

And that tells me a lot.

RE: The Death of Meaning, "Keep Your Forked Tongue Behind Your Teeth"

This is a rant. It's hopefully a useful rant. But it is a rant. You are forewarned.

What's Pissed Me Off

The anti-woke (referred to from here on out as Grimas) crowd have been getting on my nerves for years. From their silly inability to understand basic plot points in movies to completely missing the point of stories to just hating everyone and everything that isn't 20+ years old... let's just say I haven't been a fan. My annoyance turns to anger, however, when they start making the ridiculous claim that somehow they're guarding something bigger and important than their own childishness. In so doing, they entertain the delusion that their silliness is related to people with any principles, at all. 

Like this nonsense from Man of Ages, "The Death of Meaning"

Now, the lefties have gotten good at pointing this lack of any meaningful principles out. They point out (correctly) that the "anti-woke" miss basic touchstones of reality, that they're juvenile, and overall extremely unpleasant people. This is all legit. But where they mess up is the idea that the "anti-woke" are true representations of what they think of as the "Dark Ages" they have left behind. Crap like "The Death of Meaning" is something they can successfully strawman into supporting their position, because look at dumb the opposition is! And I just sigh and roll my eyes and ignore it as best I can but look at this embarrassingly stupid mess.

The problem, like any with other "conservative", is that Ages doesn't check his own assumptions enough. He doesn't sit down and ask why he's angry. Does he keep pushing until he's drilled down to his own assumptions, examined them, and comes to an actual understanding in the post? Nope. And it starts literally in the first sentence.

"Fantasy and science fiction are not mere escapism."

Excuse me? How are we wrong right here, at the beginning? 

"Mere"? 

Escapism, real escapism, is as virtuous as it gets. The "real world" can get really confusing and disheartening. Certain things about the "real" world confuse our ability to do good for us and others. If you mentally stay in that situation, you're only going to get more and more confused and wind up leaving the real world for something in your head. 

Escapism, at its core, is about getting your head free of what you think the real is. You pull yourself out, remind yourself of what's true and good and beautiful, no matter what, and then you get back on the horse. You get your head clear and then go forward.  Tolkien and Le Guin call escapism virtuous. We should be too. To start the post in this kind of a negative way is to fail to understand the very positive, very good, very real thing you're actually doing when you escape.

Let's see how the tree grows, given the roots are rotten.

"...the mythic mirrors we hold up to reality."

Okay, what the hell does this mean? The second sentence, and this guy writes the word "mythic", as if we're going to just nod along. But seriously: what the hell does "mythic" mean? Really? I go to Google, type in that word, and get:

- relating to or resembling myth.

"we explain spiritual forces in mythic language"

- exaggerated or idealized.

"he was a national hero of mythic proportions"

That is useless. Functionally useless. I go and Google mythology and get:

1. a collection of myths, especially one belonging to a particular religious or cultural tradition.

"a book discussing Jewish and Christian mythologies"

Similar: myth(s) legend(s) folklore folk tales folk stories lore tradition stories tales mythos

2. the study of myths.

"this field includes archaeology, comparative mythology, and folklore"

That is, again, functionally useless! That doesn't tell us what is different about the tales in their form and content! Ages is essentially relying upon vibes to get us to skate over a glaring hole in his opening statement. He wants you to just nod along without actually saying anything of substance. You know how difficult it actually is to get a working definition of myth, one which accurately describes a myth's point and purpose? I've actually found it frustrating. Because nothing in that paragraph is unique to mythology.

So far, we're two sentences in and all we've gotten are vague vibes. Vibes aren't enough.

It gets worse.

"Science fiction, in particular, has functioned as a prophecy machine—warning us of futures we might still avoid."

Say it with me: science fiction is always about what's going on right now. Classically speaking, prophets are not those saying, "This will happen" but "This is what's currently happening, and this is where it'll get us." Ages, by bungling this very basic point, completely misunderstands the point of 1984 and all science fiction. I was hearing this crap in my Catholic homeschooled middle school groups. I don't have to be an atheist to call it false and find it repulsive.

"I remember a time when players would stalk their GMs, begging for another session. "

I don't remember that time, I'm living it right now! I have children! They love playing with me! Every session is precious to them, they want to do it over and over and over and over again, to the point where if I let them all they would do are RPGs.

And Dice Throne

And Pokemon TCG

And the Star Wars Unlimited TCG

And I have a fantastic time with them, and I hope someday they understand just how much their joy saved me from apathy. I remember when I lost that zest for life, and then it kept dying. And dying. What you're talking about are the rosy-eyed glasses of nostalgia. 

I have played many a session in my adulthood that was truly meaningful and beautiful. But it can't come naturally anymore, because adults have spent decades rotting away and must search out what they once had. They have to own it in a completely different way and be comfortable with the ambiguity of missing it.

"When we lived and breathed adventure, when missing a game felt like missing a chapter of history. Not because the DM was a literary genius, but because the world had meaning."

Because you were younger and therefore didn't have to look for meaning, it just came to you. You're absolutely correct that the world isn't as bright and sparkly as it was a few decades ago. But frankly, that has less to do with game systems than you. The older you get, the less meaning is handed to you and the harder you have to look. But what you find is yours in a way that was never a part of childhood.

Why It Pissed Me Off

All anger is a defense mechanism. Something valuable is threatened and so therefore you rise up in defense. But in order to defend something, you have to know what it is you're defending. And that means going back to basics, re-examining what and why you believe what you do. If you don't do this you just flail, uselessly, and look like an idiot.

The leftists, wokies, whatever you want to call them, did me a huge favor. By so fundamentally challenging so many assumptions, all at once, I had to go and drill down to the bottom of what and why I believed what I did. What I found changed me for the better and allowed me to start taking a journey that has made my life so much better. What I have discovered is so much more than stupid little pithy one-liners than our "cultural heritage". It's a completely different world.  A world that's bigger, more beautiful, scarier, requires more, from me than I ever thought possible. It has helped me heal and feel things that I never thought I would, ever again. 

So how could I ever hate those that pushed me along the path? That's insanity. I can't hate the events that made me, however horrifying that may be at times.

No, the thing that I hate is that a conversation with those people is impossible, because idiots, second-rate hacks, frauds like Ages loudly bray about "muH CUlchsuRE" and "VAluEs", the end products of an experience, as if they were the only thing worth talking about. It's reductive and is far more insulting to me than anyone who has had a difference experience. Different experiences can be compared, empathized with, and maybe we'll both get something out of it. I really hope that sort of thing can happen!

But these fools, who muddy the waters?

They deserve little more than "Please stop."

And that really is it.