A striking red-haired female Nordic warrior, short and skinny, stood next to a massive weapon twice her height & half her weight and adorned in half again as much weight in makeup alone, dressed in a massive suit of full battle armor except for—duh—a completely bare midriff and an extremely revealing non-armored cleavage line. (Never fear, would-be nay-sayers; everyone knows that melee combatants NEVER target unarmored/exposed areas of an opponent's body. It is known. And what do you mean, "She's got no helmet?" Don't be, like, such a misogynist! Women-warriors don't need helmets; helmets are just a patriarchal contrivance that exist only to subjugate the female body's flowing locks, in order to make men feel less intimidated by the comparatively overwhelming perfection of female sexuality amid the throes of battle!)
This paragon of utterly-realistic and wholesome feminine badassery belongs to and represents a now tragically-wartorn matriarchal society that was once an ancient utopia, noble and great and perfect in every possible way until—naturally—a man—ughk!—had the audacity to speak out of turn - at which point, obviously, the entire civilization fell apart overnight, as we all know utopian matriarchal civilizations are so famously wont to do. (But, mind you, it was abso-certain-tively NOT because of a foundation that was inherently impossibly fragile, egregiously precarious and/or absurdly lopsided, nor because it did or could possibly have had even the slightest of innate flaws in its concept or execution whatsoever! Obbbbbbbbbbviously).
And hey - listen, it only looks like it would be 40 degrees below freezing because of that massive arctic glacier in the background of their open-framed boat, and because of the icebergs they're sailing past at a rapid clip. Her hot-blooded ferocity and purity of mind and/or Jon Snow's thing he does with his tongue will keep her warm and safe! "Frostbite" is just a myth—and a shitty game engine—anyway.
Every time I see another game developer/publisher go down this road, by golly gosh, I just want to send them a strongly-worded thank-you letter to reiterate to them just how important—no, essential—their contributions to society and the industry TRULY are.
It would probably go something like this:
Dear Crate Entertainment, Activision, Ubisoft, Epic Games, or whomever else it may concern,
Thank you so, SO much!
What we desperately need in gaming today—or any other established industry whose entire existence is predicated solely upon the participation and goodwill of a core majority demographic of longstanding enthusiasts—is MORE phoned-in woke DEI/SJW low effort trope-pandering in order to best engage the attention-deficit casual hipster minority demographic whose hobbies and intellect are derived entirely from the latest trends - and, along with that, yet MORE dilution, regression and corruption of the fundamental experience/enjoyability for the remaining 93% of the playerbase majority whose money is funding it all.
I have the utmost respect for creative professionals who don't allow themselves to be weighed down by traditional and/or rational standards of merit, excellence, or—especially—creativity itself.
I have the utmost respect for creative professionals who don't allow themselves to be weighed down by traditional and/or rational standards of merit, excellence, or—especially—creativity itself.
What you do represents a god-tier brand of bonafide innovation that's TRULY fit for this modern era in which we are all seemingly doomed to remain fucking trapped just so tremendously fortunate to find ourselves.
Very, very few others can do what you do. It really takes a special sort.
Don't.
Ever.
Stop.
Vive le moutons-mouvement! Ba-a-a--a-aa-a-a!
