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- Apr 20, 2024
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It's “bad” by design—it’s janky, boring and unadmirable in the way that makes it easy to dismiss—it filters out discerning and self-respecting people like IRS phone scams done in Hinglish—but there’s also a sublime horror to it as an end product and to the things it represents.
The publisher had the ability, for example, to make the game... actually... run… on PCs, but they chose to offload the work of troubleshooting the well-documented game-breaking bugs to you and the imagined “community”.
Your investment with the game starts before you even get the chance to play it—the parasocial discourse around Josh Sawyer and Todd Howard is proof of that (some even imagine that there is a conflict between Obsidian and Bethesda over the franchise’s identity and have strong emotional responses to this).
The Emergent Gameplay of Fallout New Vegas is being transgender.
You mod the game just like you’d mod your body. You create your own face. You roleplay as Courier of the gender of your choosing. You play dress-up. You are a blank slate given a blank rulebook, you need to “make your own fun”.
Individuated experience.
There’s body horror around gore and radiation. Your playable character has a casual relationship with their crippled body parts, plastic surgery and implants—all exaggerated and cheapened with hackneyed sci-fi tropes.
FNV doesn’t respect the monomyth and instead provides you with a more masculine sandbox power fantasy. You’re free to choose your allegiance—the fundamental conflict is between the player and the Spreadsheet Calculator.
There’s no “role-play” in the true sense of the term, it’s just meta-gaming. You kill people to kill more people, hoard stuff to hoard more stuff.
The aesthetic logic of Fallout is equally male-brained: mid-century Americana and the Roman Empire get mashed into one apocalyptic mess and uh… I genuinely can’t think of anything else mass-market-and-MtF-compliant that’s more violent and domineering than this; you NEED a penis and a broken theory of mind to access New Vegas and to enjoy it.
If you like the “Legion” then chances are that you also want to wear leather boots to stomp penises and faces—you are a sycophantic tranny obsessed with sex, bondage and CNC.
Varg was 1000% correct here—even more so than he realizes…
The publisher had the ability, for example, to make the game... actually... run… on PCs, but they chose to offload the work of troubleshooting the well-documented game-breaking bugs to you and the imagined “community”.
Your investment with the game starts before you even get the chance to play it—the parasocial discourse around Josh Sawyer and Todd Howard is proof of that (some even imagine that there is a conflict between Obsidian and Bethesda over the franchise’s identity and have strong emotional responses to this).
The Emergent Gameplay of Fallout New Vegas is being transgender.
You mod the game just like you’d mod your body. You create your own face. You roleplay as Courier of the gender of your choosing. You play dress-up. You are a blank slate given a blank rulebook, you need to “make your own fun”.
Individuated experience.
There’s body horror around gore and radiation. Your playable character has a casual relationship with their crippled body parts, plastic surgery and implants—all exaggerated and cheapened with hackneyed sci-fi tropes.
FNV doesn’t respect the monomyth and instead provides you with a more masculine sandbox power fantasy. You’re free to choose your allegiance—the fundamental conflict is between the player and the Spreadsheet Calculator.
There’s no “role-play” in the true sense of the term, it’s just meta-gaming. You kill people to kill more people, hoard stuff to hoard more stuff.
The aesthetic logic of Fallout is equally male-brained: mid-century Americana and the Roman Empire get mashed into one apocalyptic mess and uh… I genuinely can’t think of anything else mass-market-and-MtF-compliant that’s more violent and domineering than this; you NEED a penis and a broken theory of mind to access New Vegas and to enjoy it.
If you like the “Legion” then chances are that you also want to wear leather boots to stomp penises and faces—you are a sycophantic tranny obsessed with sex, bondage and CNC.
Varg was 1000% correct here—even more so than he realizes…
