I rarely write about video games because frankly they aren’t worth writing about, but the recent “triangle strategy” just gets my goat.
Ignoring the gameplay, the story and themes of this game are just pablum making it unplayable. It’s like I’m being forcefed hg wells’ suicide note just to be able to play more twee grid-based strategy. it’s if you took your typical story of “the church just exists to steal resources and minds away from DER UBERMENSCH,” but extended to hours of 30-character dialogue boxes; all mixed with “jesus is actually a mute robot, and the pope is a capitalist who enslaves liberal white people!” Ugh. Why do these stories keep being made?
The only other game that I have seen to be more absurd (besides “final fantasy tactics,” what “triangle strategy” is based on, where their “jesus” is the devil and “the church” served demons who wanted all Humanity extinct because they believed life was “cruel” because “fate” and death exist) was “radiant historia” where “jesus” is a democratic politician explaining that the real “gods” are the proletariat and that politicians are the ones leading them to apotheosis through social programs and defining deviancy down, and “the church” there was an attempt by “the darkness” to keep them from doing that.
It would be funny if it wasn’t so offensive.
Ever moment, every bloated line of dialogue: just one more stereotype, just one more rhetorical rant right out of mein kampf or das kapital, just one more plot point that feels that the writer traveled back into time and watched the youtube move “zeitgeist,” just one more cardboard cutout that can’t talk back and especially can’t refute the thesis of the writer no matter how easy it would be. one hand on the pen, one hand on a gun to the head, and if their shame over sin doesn’t go away with the words then the trigger gets pulled.
This is taking kotor 2’s ending to the absurd extreme: in that game the player character was only given bumbling non-answers to death kreia’s r/atheism boilerplate, and in this game the main villain can’t even talk! christopher avelone was at least so delusional he couldn’t even imagine there are refutations to his views, this writer seems to be aware that the refutations exist but is so scared of them he can’t even let his enemies speak.
The characters proudly proclaim at every moment “THESE ARE MY IDEAS” as if that’s an ultimate silencing of all opposition. The ending goes in the theme of south park’s underpants gnomes:
- MY IDEAS!
For those who don’t know, hg wells spent his whole life promoting a secularist “utopia” where all are “equal.” Once more chasing after St Thomas More’s takedown of secularism and totalitarianism called “utopia,” not realizing it was a joke against their satanic beliefs all along.
Hillaire Belloc spent decades having a very heated rivalry with wells where Bellloc would refute and mock every single word hg wells ever wrote. wells would mostly ignore this, like many today it didn’t matter how encyclopedic Belloc’s knowledge of History was because history was either “all made up” or “that individualism wasn’t REAL individualism like I want!” It didn’t matter how much common sense or intelligence Belloc had because wells was going to “be like gods” one day and remake Reality in his image like neitzche’s “superman.”
But Reality has a funny way of reaching even the most obstinate and deluded people: like Venerable Fulton Sheen said, you are free to deny moral principles but not free to escape the consequences of that denial.
hg wells finally got his “utopia,” his “earthly zion,” his “immanentized eschaton” in the form of both the soviet union and nazi germany. hg wells responded by going insane and writing his last book: “mind at the end of a rope.” hg wells states that because secularism, individualism, materialism, et al are now proved to be demonic nonsense then therefore all life is pointless because he will never “be like gods.”
Hillaire Belloc responded by pointing out that hg wells could have figured out this was going to happen just like every other sane person was warning him.
hg wells responded by locking himself in his room and starving himself to death over a week.
Chesterton, Hilaire Belloc’s best friend, described this best when calling out another madman called friedrich nietzche. Chesterton said that ALL Human Beings at one point have thought just like neitzche, everyone from ancient egypt to ancient rome to the man with the flu furious at all the smiling people on the train because he could not get a sick day from work. All of us thought like neitzche at one point, but what separates the same men from neitzche is that we can say no to ourselves,
neitzche’s “god” is the atheist “god,” the liberal “god,” the modern “god,” a mammon (lit. “cruel master” in ancient syrian and used to mean “false god.”) called “the self” that like an amaranthine weed can allow no competition. this crystallized representation of the ultimate fool satan that cannot allow a person to tell themselves “no” no matter how stupid or suicidal their thoughts and actions are. with tears in their eyes they march.
For a more detailed takedown Chesterton also said this:
“Moreover, not only did the poetry grow more immoral, but the immorality grew more indefensible. Greek vices, oriental vices, hints of the old horrors of the Semitic demons began to fill the fancies of decaying Rome, swarming like flies on a dung heap. The psychology of it is really human enough to anyone who will try that experiment of seeing history from the inside. There comes an hour in the afternoon when the child is tired of ‘pretending’; when he is weary of being a robber or a Red Indian. It is then that he torments the cat. There comes a time in the routine of an ordered civilisation when the man is tired at playing at mythology and pretending that a tree is a maiden or that the moon made love to a man. The effect of this staleness is the same everywhere; it is seen in all drug-taking and dram-drinking and every form of the tendency to increase the dose. Men seek stranger sins or more startling obscenities as stimulants to their jaded sense. They seek after mad oriental religions for the same reason. They try to stab their nerves to life, if it were with the knives of the priests of baal. They are walking in their sleep and try to wake themselves up with nightmares.”
or like sartre who was a solipsist for most of his life too, spent his days having his girlfriend simone de beauvoir (creator of what you know as feminism) seduce teen boys to bring back to sartre’s apartment so he could rape them.
That was until one day that sartre overheard his neighbor and came to a startling realization: other people are real and not just illusions sent to be his playthings or obstacles to his pretense to apotheosis.
sartre then wrote the play “hell is other people,” finding that the refutation of his solipsism was too much and so therefore he just wanted to die.
I can’t be the only one here who finds this utterly pedantic and tiresome.