|This is why I stopped playing Final Fantasy.|
|Not that I'll pass up a chance to blog about hot babes.|
|I found this image on Google and am still not sure which one is Snooki.|
In the Mass Effect series, the designers try to give players freedom of choice through conversation. The player can either choose a good thing to say/do (called the “Paragon” choice) or the bad thing (called “Renegade”). The more you choose good or evil, the more you get points in your Paragon or Renegade scores, opening up new, better dialogue options.
(And don’t try to tell me Paragon and Renegade aren’t the same as good and evil. The more Renegade points you have, the more your eyes glow red, the more your face is covered in creepy scars, and the more copies of Dick Cheney’s autobiography appear in your cabin.)
|"Honest, I just put the saving of all life in the galaxy over some ethical concerns!"|
Mass Effect doesn’t give the player freedom of choice. It gives a player a choice and then punishes them for that choice. It isn’t fair. It isn’t free will. It’s theology.
This is where the game falls apart. If you don’t want to be all good or all evil all the time, you don’t get enough points to unlock the better dialogue choices. The lack of better choices means fewer points, which means fewer choices, which means… Well, it just spirals down from there. Suddenly, all of your teammates are mad at you, your ship is falling apart, and you don’t get the sex scene you saw on YouTube…
Or new guns for your ship. I meant to say new guns for your ship.
|"It's too bad you don't have enough points. Now he dies and I won't sleep with you."|
|"You said you want to see me in the airlock?"|
I hate you. Join me.
No. You are evil. I will
You will lose.
No, you will lose.
Well, nice talking with you.
You too. See you at the
big finale. Buh-bye!
That isn't free will. This is:
Why should I? You’re
big and evil.
I’m really not all
Not at all. Plus, my employees get
free vision and dental plans.
Fine. I’ll help you, but you have to
promise: no more grinding my hot secretaries
down into grey goop.
Oh, all right.
Now that is freedom of choice.