Recently, I’ve begun watching a playthrough of Tomb Raider 3 thanks to the boon of various Let’s Play channels on YouTube, and I find myself exploring the South Pacific levels by proxy for the first time in nearly a decade. (Let’s Plays let me relive the gaming experiences of my youth in the background of my life, keeping my hands free for other tasks such as petting cats and procrastinating.) This is my first time seeing this game as an adult, and I can honestly say that I am more than a little horrified by that entire chapter of the game.
Now, I loves me some classic Tomb Raider — it was one of my formative gaming experiences as a child, and Lara Croft was one of the fictional characters I looked up to when I was young — but let’s be real here: classic Lara Croft is a goddamn psychopath in every sense of the word. Her goal is to recover ancient artifacts from their resting places, presumably to put on display (usually in her private collection, it seems), and she will kill anyone who stands in her way without hesitation. By the third game, her homicidal tunnel-vision extends to indigenous peoples who are trying to protect an artifact that has significant religious importance to them.
Every time a new MMORPG is announced, the same comments tend to appear in varying degrees of coherency. World of Warcraft, like it or not, redefined the genre as we know it, thus it inevitably pops up whenever a new game emerges on the scene. You get the people hoping this new game will be the fabled WoW killer, followed closely by those sighing over the prospect of yet another WoW clone. And then, of course, there’s the people declaring that WoW sucks, this newly announced game will suck, and MMOs have sucked ever since [insert year or game title here].
I left that last part blank because the golden age of MMOs is largely subjective. You can point at growing and shrinking subscriber numbers all you like, but that doesn’t really matter when people are drawing from their fondest memories of a game. As for me? Ultima Online was the first big MMO I played. Having firsthand experience of how it originally was, I’m always wary of anyone who says they want games to go back to being that hardcore.
In addition to being a player versus player free-for-all, almost everything on you in vanilla UO could be looted when you died. That sweet sword you worked so hard to get? Gone along with anything else the looter could carry. Any skills you learned also atrophied with disuse, so finding people macro training was almost as common as seeing people running naked down the street to get their back-up gear from storage. Another strange fact of life was finding random body parts strewn everywhere. Simply because all corpses could be dismembered, no corpse went desecrated for long, their parts dropped on the ground for anyone to pick up and rearrange.
TellTale Games has released a little more information about the upcoming Game of Thrones: A TellTale Game Series, including a release date! TellTale Games published the following tweet:
— Telltale Games (@telltalegames) November 27, 2014
And, in case you couldn’t read through the mass of hashtags and consoles, its release will be tomorrow, December 2nd (for PC/Mac). The date has arrived. Is it too cliche to say “Winter is coming?” Yes, but it happened.
The concept of FemHype came to me when I was nine, racing through poison ivy with makeshift elbow and knee pads for armor, eventually taking my cousin’s tree castle and winning the day for my Beanie Baby troops. It took root as I tried scaling the side of my garage (spoilers: it didn’t work) with my trusty, weathered notebook filled with concept art sketches and the battle-worn flashlight I wielded exploring new corners of my yard. FemHype was the lifeblood of my childhood before I knew that Fem would set me apart in my interests, and that Hype should be attributed to a skill I thought was already my own, not a space I had to fight to be visible within.
Let me be clear lest a trending compound word sour the point before I’ve made it: FemHype is for everyone. Full-stop. You’re welcome here simply because you’re reading this, just as you’re welcome in a world the moment you insert a disk or load an app.
To me, video games aren’t just a passing hobby like my accidental tea collection or that firefly I kept once in plastic cup captivity. Games shape the way I look at the world; they challenge me to explore parts of myself I didn’t know existed, emboldening me to ask the same of my friends, family, and peers, and if I don’t fight to preserve a space for those of us drowned out by the voices of the many, I’m doing all of us—and myself, especially—a disservice.
I am a long-time gamer—and by that I mean I first started playing video games when Pong showed up at the local pool. I was hooked. I have gone through so many different gaming systems that you have no idea. When Pong was available as a home system, my dad bought it for the family for Christmas.
Step-by-step, my systems were upgraded and I played everything I could con my parents into buying me. I also blew untold hundreds of dollars at local arcades playing a wide variety of things, and I remember a number of them fondly—or not so fondly—as the game might be.