Where oh where have I been? Sitting here, waiting for all this to blow over.
But in all the waiting and such, my writing skills have atrophied to an alarmingly dismal level. Why? Because if you don’t practice, you get worse. Oh sure, I still had creative thoughts and such. But as I have said before and as I will say repeatedly despite people telling me to stop, ideas are cheap. The hard part is wrestling the greased pig of an idea into some shape of a legible story. I need to get regular writing practice, and I love attention. I mean I loooooooove it. It’s the Me show, starring me! So this blog is back to life, baby!
You’re going to get more posts. That’s the upside. The downside is that they will be more…spontaneous (AKA the hottest of hot takes, random theories that collapse under the lightest of scrutiny, occasional recipes, fiery diatribes about video games you don’t care about, et cetera, et cetera). If you’re hoping for well researched and painstakingly polished content, you are in the wrong place amigo. I might spellcheck, but no promises.
And if you have some particular nonsense you’d like me to expound upon, let me know (comment on this post, tweet me, shout at me from a passing car, whatever).
So here’s what I’ve learned and may be finally, fully accepting: social media is not good for me. It’s a firehose of outrage and knee-jerk, low information opinions. And I keep STICKING MY FACE IN IT. I keep going back for a few reasons:
Attention-seeking. This is an isolating time for all of us, and I was already a semi-hermit before the plague. So I stumble over to twitter to share some joke or music opinion, or I spout a saucy political opinion, in hopes of getting a reaction. The trouble is, I either get no reaction, or I get into a fight that makes me feel worse than before. No thank you!
Boredom. I troll through Twitter looking for new news, some sign that life is progressing. The wait for the end of this stupid pandemic has me looking for any indication that we’re moving to the next chapter and not stuck in an endless loop of suck. But what I find on Twitter is a neverending stream of things that upset me. I get drawn into a million pretend disagreements over things that I am not even personally invested in.
Connections. I use the Facebook because it connects me to people I don’t see often. But the connections aren’t real. They are more real that the super-fake Twitter connections, but not anywhere near authentic human relationships.
I’m not using instagram, tiktoks or whatever the kids are into this hot second, but I assume they will also turn poisonous.
So I am backing away from all of them. I’m not ragequitting and storming away in a fit. I’ll keep Twitter and Facebook for now, but I’m just going to use them as a place to broadcast this blog. Here in this magical blogworld, I control the horizontal and the vertical. It’s my blog, and I’ll post what I want to. People who read it are here on purpose. They like the cut of my jib, and they choose to read more of what I write (thank you for that, by the way). I’m the boss of the comment section, so I can keep the internet barbarians from spoiling our little party. But the comment room is always available for you wonderful folks.
(A note about spoilers: by the time I write a review of a game, you the audience have had ample time to play the game in question, if you had a mind to do so. So anything spoiled is your fault, bucko.)
Last of Us 2 is a game full of revenge and the consequences of trauma. Sounds fun, huh? Despite the crushing weight of the narrative themes, it does manage to be a “fun” game when you can put the grim reality of the story out of your mind for a bit. Complicated.
There was a fungal outbreak 30 years ago or so. The fungus turns people into murderous mushrooms. The remnants of humanity have huddled together to rebuild new societies to survive the ongoing mushroom threat. 4 years ago (AKA the events in The Last of Us), our hero Ellie was escorted by gruff ol’ Joel to a group called the Fireflies. Ellie is immune to the fungus, and the Fireflies were working on a cure. Easy peasy, right? Except that the Fireflies would have needed to kill Ellie to investigate her immunity. Ol’ Joel didn’t like the idea of his proxy daughter getting killed for science, and he did some bad bad things to stop it. Now they live in Wyoming town, trying to move on. Until one of the few remaining Fireflies finds Joel and extracts their bloody revenge for his bad bad deeds. And since they kill Joel in front of Ellie, Ellie swears revenge on the killers. Revenge leads to revenge leads to revenge.
Over the course of the game, our hero Ellie gets her revenge. Each time she kills one of the Firefly murder squad, it is a visceral and unappealing encounter. There is no joy in the revenge killing, only a nauseating hollowness. This is great for supporting the story’s theme, less great for the player’s enjoyment. I felt bad after each encounter. By the time I was 2/3rds of the way through the game, I just wanted to “press X to abandon revenge quest and grow beans with Dina instead”. I was not given that option.
And you can’t tell her to walk away because Ellie cannot walk away from her trauma. It haunts her. She’s compelled to keep seeking revenge because the accumulated trauma of her past and watching replacement dad get killed keeps her from functioning. She can’t sleep, can’t really eat, and is pretending to be normal for the sake of her girlfriend. Layer this on top of the constant psychological stress of fending off murderous used-to-be-humans, and fighting murderous actual humans, and it is a wonder that anyone can have a healthy human relationship. As the story unfolds, you learn that she knew about the bad bad things Joel had done. She knew that her chance to give her life purpose and meaning by being sacrificed for a potential cure was taken from her. And she had just decided to try to forgive Joel and build a new life, right before the revenge squad rolled in and killed him. The darkest truth is that there isn’t much life left inside Ellie. The need for revenge is the only identity that feels real to her anymore. Keep the fun coming!
The real monsters
The murder mushrooms are scary, sure. And the threat the fungal spores pose, an infection that has spread widely through the population like an, oh let’s say, a pandemic, is poignant for some reason right now. But they are monsters, and left on their own they will eat humans, so I don’t feel bad stabbing a murder mushroom in its weird spore-neck. The human factions are a different story. Townsfolk, Fireflies, Washington Liberation Front, Seraphites, Rattlers. All humans, all fighting each other over territory and ideology. No matter how awful and violent a particular faction was (and most of them were truly awful), I felt tremendous guilt when I stabbed one of them. The game also took special care to show the blood and gore from my murdering, enhancing my unhappiness. I wanted to save human lives, not end them. In a post-apocalypse, human life should be precious.
Is this still going on?
The game had pacing issues. Multiple flashback scenes for the pair of main characters. Playing through a section of the game, only to replay the same time period from the other character’s perspective. A neat trick the first time, but by the third or fourth time (I lost count) I was exhausted. I knew all the awful things that were to come, I knew that both Ellie and the other main character (Abby, the one who actually killed Joel because he killed her Firefly dad. REVENNNNNNNGE) were dark, flawed people. Pretending to be these people stopped feeling good by the end.
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I am a sucker for a qualified happy ending. I know there’s no magic anti-murder mushroom solution. I know the things Ellie has gone through has damaged her fundamentally. But give me some hope that even the broken can find peace. And if they move towards peace, please stop inflicting awful things on them. I get the point, the world is cruel and humans are wicked. You don’t need to hammer it home again and again and again.
Final score: B
I did enjoy playing this game. It is gory, it presents violence in the most unflattering light possible, it made me feel bad for humanity, but I think that was the goal. It was fun to negotiate the unpredictable landscape of a partially collapsed Seattle, skulking through ruined buildings looking for salvage and seeing the sad tableaus left by the previous occupants. I only wish it gave me a little less despair.