Hey remember when they made a central piece of Varrics personal quest take place within a haunted house. Remember when Varric seemed to condemn Bartrand over and over again for being haunted by what they’d lost in Orzammar. Remember when they did all that and then said: oh yeah but Varric himself is a haunted house. Varric is haunted by his lost love every time he pulls out his weapon to defend himself. Varric is haunted by his best friend who he can’t be with anymore. Varric is haunted by a past that he desperately wants to get back to and yet also a past in which he thinks he made every single decision wrongly. Varric is a haunted house and the one person he cares for more than anything can be swallowed up by a fear demon. Doyou ever think about?
“bg3 set the new standard” “bg3 spoiled us” GIRL bg3 shipped unfinished with unequal content for the companions to favor the whitest man possible, and after treating the single black person in the companions like actual shit bc racists were mad about him even existing and they listened. this is not the standard i want for video games lmao
hey, remember being 18 years old and playing mass effect for the first time and it’s got this like intense aura of being very small and very insignificant in a very big, very empty galaxy? remember playing mass effect for the first time and everything all of this is so new and mysterious, and it’s 2am and you’re sitting in a dark room in the light from your tv and you’re playing through feros for the first time and you feel that this is someting very old and very ancient and you are somewhere you shouldn’t be and you don’t know what’s going to happen or where you’re going but you keep on. there’s a tingling in your stomach and you’re playing mass effect for the first time. the thorian is a milennia old sentient plant being. the rachni queen is old and telepathic and a hive mind and in pain. sovereign is an ancient machine that has not been built but is, and has always been, and this is something so alien and so unlike and beyond anything your human mind can comprehend, and this is something unexplainable and huge and as uncaring and indifferent as the empty galaxy around you. you’re playing mass effect for the first time and you’re walking on the surface of an almost completely empty planet with nothing but your two companions silently walking beside you and everything is so huge and empty and silent and you’re so small and insignificant and it’s so beautiful and so scary and you feel like you are on a rollercoaster about to drop down. you are playing mass effect for the first time and you’re playing the mission on the moon and you stop and just look up at earth visible in the sky. you know this. this is home. you are playing mass effect for the first time, and the galaxy is so big, and you are so tiny, and everything is about to change for you.
“would you lie to someone if it’d help/protect them?” is such a funny question. buddy I’d lie to someone if it means i get five minutes of peace. I’d lie for a pepsi can. I’d lie for literally no fucking reason. i don’t have any psychological issues btw
Name ten female characters you like, you get zapped if it’s jsut a male character you call a babygirl or other feminine nicknames because I can’t see people calling Lestat coquette again
Went to the Aboriginal artifact exhibit in Chicago. And it’s interesting. How many blankets and masks and totem poles say ‘unknown source’, because every five seconds my mom would stop and point to something and say. “Pauline’s grandmother made that,” or, “That belongs to Mike’s family, I should call him” because. It’s all stolen
“These artifacts were excavated by archaeologists from a burial site in the 1970’s. The remains were returned for reinterment”
Okay cool, cool cool. So you just, like. Dug up the grave of a respected family member, stripped them naked, mailed their body back to their family and kept everything they were lovingly put to rest in. Like a graverobbing bastard
Reminds me of the time when of the elders from my hometown started touching a totem pole in the Museum of Anthropology out at UBC and got yelled at by the staff, only to tell him that the pole had been stolen off of the front of her bighouse when she was ten years old.
Museum collectors did the equivalent of kidnapping a family member when they were away fishing.
