You know, I’ve been
thinking. (Cue the frenzied screams of a
thousand innocent orphans.)
I like video
games. I like a lot of video games --
and say what you will about the industry today, but there are still LOTS of
gems out there, so it’s safe to assume that I’m going to keep gaming for a
while longer. But even with that in
mind, I find a lot of games today frustrating. Aggravating.
Inspiring sadness and exhaustion, rather than solace and elation. I don’t like feeling this way about one of my
favorite pastimes, but it’s becoming increasingly common. And I think I’m starting to figure out why I
have problems with so many games.
I’m tired of feeling
powerful. Dead tired.
The real game doesn't look like this, of course. It's about 80% darker.
I hate Resident Evil 6. That shouldn’t come as much of a surprise,
given the savage (and deserved) beating it’s taken from critics and fans
alike. And even though I tried to like
it, and was willing to give it a fair shot, and let it stand on its own merits
as a new direction for the franchise, I just feel like nothing works. Nothing.
I don’t know if it’s worth a three out of ten, because at the very least
everything functions as designed. But,
I’d say it’s CLOSE to that score. It
just feels so wrong in every aspect
-- not just because “it’s not survival horror” anymore, but gameplay, story,
presentation…everything. I probably should have expected as much given
that the demo let me use Helena to great effect -- i.e. drop-kicking one zombie
and then hitting another zombie with an elbow drop -- but I was under the
impression that a little wrestling would go a long way towards sprucing up what
I hoped (at the time) wouldn’t be a dull, nonsensical, wall-to-wall cacophony of
explosions and mock-drama. It didn’t. It certainly didn't help that the developers couldn't figure out how to switch from one scene to another without another explosion triggering it.
To say that the melee
attacks are a part of the problem with RE6
would likely be an understatement -- but really, I have problems with virtually
everything else the player can do. Why
can I grab monsters and knee strike them like I’m Gene from God Hand? Why can I power bomb mutants? What’s the point of firing from the ground
outside of a few novelty kills that probably aren’t worth the effort? Was it
necessary to let the player squirm across the floor on their ass? Why is sliding done by pressing the aim
button while running, when logic dictates it should be the melee/shoot
button? Why all this added mobility and
then constrict players to hallways and corridors that can barely house the
average man’s shoulders (much less Chris’) and thwart players’ attempts to
navigate with invisible wall-generating chairs?
Why do bars that are just the right size, shape, thickness, and
durability happen to appear just when Jake needs them? Why is it possible for Sherry to die if she
has a healing factor?
And now here are two women wearing improbably-fetishistic zombie battle costumes.
See? This is the problem with giving a character
-- or a player -- so many powers. I’ve
barely even touched on the story, and already the game falls apart in trying to
expand and rationalize your skill set.
It’s not just a matter of the monsters being scary (or scarier because
you can’t snag them in a Boston Crab), but a matter of presence. If beating an enemy comes down to punching
their lights out, sometimes even while they’re shooting me, why should I
consider them a threat? What makes the
guys at the start of Chris’ campaign any different from the guys near the end
of Chris’ campaign if the same tactics work, they both have the chance to
mutate, we have no idea who they are besides the all-inclusive title of “goon”,
and the only discernible difference is what they’re wearing? The answer: there isn’t. There’s no tension, no reason to care except
to relieve myself of this horror and be that much closer to doing something more
entertaining than RE6, like playing Kirby’s Epic Yarn or standing downwind
of my dog while he pees on an anthill.
It’s easy for me (or
anyone) to pick on RE6, because I
genuinely believe it’s deserving of snark, criticism, and dissection; the more
people talk about how much it irritates them, the more likely I assume we are
to get something better next time, and there WILL be a next time. Because, you know, Capcom. But speaking
personally, I have issues with a lot of games precisely because of their use --
or misuse -- of power. In Final Fantasy 13, Lightning starts off
with insane sword and gun skills at the cost of having strong antagonists to
get in her way. 13-2 starts off with her as a virtual demigoddess, and supposedly Lightning Returns plans to make her
“more powerful than ever.” Lightning’s
problem was never that she didn’t have enough power; it was that she didn’t
know what to use that power for. Well,
that was ONE of her problems, at least.
And that’s not the only
game I have problems with. Darksiders 2 let you play as one of the
horsemen of the apocalypse, but what set him apart from any other character in
an action game besides his appearance and weapons? What made Death unique besides his ability to
use two scythes? It sure as hell wasn’t
the ability to use a revolver, because Vincent Valentine did that in Dirge of Cerberus (brrrr…just got the
chills…). Why does Death even need to
use weapons if he’s a horseman? Can’t he
just think “Die” and kill his enemies? And how much cooler would that be besides the usual melee monster in action games? Why does he even bother platforming and climbing if he can just
transform, even temporarily, to boost himself where he needs to go? In the CG trailer for Assassin’s Creed 3 at E3, why is it that nobody can stop Connor’s
one-man charge in spite of an untold number of British forces with a
presumably-clear shot of him? Why is an
assassin throwing himself into the middle of a battlefield in spite of the
series’ heavy suggestion of stealth and subterfuge being a key part of
gameplay? In Borderlands 2, what makes a Vault Hunter special -- barring the
ability to summon turrets or trap enemies in bubbles -- that a collection of
soldiers with guns couldn’t do on their own?
Why do people -- Claptrap, Sir Hammerlock, the game itself -- try to
imprint the idea that I’m some kind of badass for shooting indigenous wildlife
or masked, rambling goons? In Tales of the Abyss why is it that the
first time I’ve heard of a “second-order hyperresonance” less than an hour
before the end of the game, but somehow vital in saving the world? Why
can Sora and Riku suddenly cut through skyscrapers with their oversized keys in
Kingdom Hearts 2?
Those are just a few
questions that I could ask out of many, all of which are directly or indirectly
related to power. But there are two big
issues I have in general: power makes you
badass and power for spectacle. And in order to explain them, I’ll have to
branch out to some other mediums.
By now, I assume you’ve
seen The Dark Knight Rises (and the
only reason you haven’t is likely because
you don’t exist). I won’t debate
whether the movie’s good or not -- not here, at least -- but I’ll start by
asking a question: who does Batman struggle against in the movie? In terms of abstract concepts, you could say
he struggles against himself, his past, or time itself. In concrete terms, Bane is the obvious
choice, and so is Catwoman to a lesser extent.
But who else? Besides Bane, who
else can put up a fight against Batman, even after he’s been out of practice? Bane’s supporters? Nope.
Goons with guns? Nope. The police?
Nope. An entire army of Bane’s
forces organized outside the masked bruiser’s impromptu HQ? Nope.
Batman just moseys on through, punching his way to a final fight. The only one who can even slow Batman down is
Bane, but even then Bane is just one person.
So who does Batman fight besides him?
Cannon fodder enemies -- goons that show up and are soundly dispatched
seconds later. They’re distractions used
to make Batman look good and the average person look bad…but when Batman gets
hit with Bane’s Ultimate Atomic Buster AFTER taking such a sound thrashing, it
makes Batman look worse by comparison.
Sure, Batman’s a total badass unstoppable face-breaking machine when he’s
against untrained gunmen; pit him against someone with equal training and
greater mental fortitude, and suddenly the Dark Knight looks more like a big
fish taken out of his small pond. This
is the problem with power being used to establish a character as badass -- it’s
just a matter of time until someone with more power makes you look like a tool.
And then there’s Dragonball Z. I don’t think I need to say much about this
one, but in case there’s anyone who needs a quick primer, here you go.
Regrettably, that involves him taking off his pants.
Now don’t get me wrong
-- I have fond memories of DBZ, and
wouldn’t mind watching it again today.
And I’d argue that there’s more depth than most people give it credit
for, but that’s a topic for another time and place. Even with all that said, there are a LOT of
things that DBZ does that are kind
of…okay, REALLY stupid. The show starts
off with a bang, forcing franchise mainstay and patron saint of spiky hair Goku
to team up with his rival Piccolo to save Goku’s son from the wicked Raditz --
who not only reveals that Goku’s an alien from another planet, but that he and
Raditz are brothers. Raditz proves that
he’s a more powerful enemy than anything Earth has ever faced before, forcing
Goku and Piccolo to go to their extremes to finish him off…and even then, it
takes the loss of Piccolo’s arm and the death
of Goku to pull off a narrow win. The
series could have ended right there -- or could have been the ending to its
predecessor, Dragon Ball -- and I
wouldn’t have minded. But of course, the
stakes had to be raised. Power levels
had to increase so that the heroes could take on new villains, and fights could
get even more preposterous (and entertaining).
And of course, to establish both the new threat and the stakes, most of
the good guys had to die or get severely hurt, only for Goku to sweep in and
make things right. And this happens more
times than I’m proud to admit. But hey,
it’s all right, because there’s lots of fighting and mach-speed punching and
flying and beams fired and golden hair, and you’re having a genuinely good time
watching Kamehamehas and Special Beam Cannons…and then after you see the
hundredth plateau in the distance get atomized you start to wonder, “Okay, now
what?”
There are lots of good
moments in DBZ, make no mistake about
that. But there’s a definite shallowness
to it, an emptiness that keeps it from earning too much respect. There’s a finite number of times you can blow
up a landscape, a finite number of times you can introduce stronger enemies
with hax powers, a finite number of times you can establish a threat by
crippling one ally, and a finite number of times you can make a character sit
on the sidelines because he can’t keep up with the rest of the action. Superpowers and skills and technology are all
great ways to inspire awe in an audience, but use them too liberally -- use
them at the expense of everything else in your product -- and you commit the
greatest sin a creator can commit.
You make it boring.
Fun fact: this scene has zero impact on the game whatsoever.
Nobody WANTS to make a
boring product. Do you think Michael Bay and his friends set
out to make one of the most hated trilogies on the planet? Do you think Stephenie Meyer gave it any less
than a hundred percent to get her story out of her mind and into readers’
hands? Do you think Capcom planned, or
even expected one of its IP darlings to be such a mess? No, of course not. They just put gave their ideas a medium to
thrive in, with all the theoretical components needed to make a good product,
with all the winking nods that would tell the audience “Hey! Buddy!
Your life will be soooooooooo much better if you let this into your
heart! Embrace it, dude!”
In my eyes, the problem
is the same as it’s always been when it comes to a bad product: misappropriation. So much focus is put into one element that
the balance is skewed, and other elements end up either ignored or outright
absent. When it comes to video games,
the element that demands focus -- the one needed for differentiation,
personality, player/game interaction, what have you -- is power. Players need to have some form of power in order to emphasize the fantastic nature of
the game their playing, and their role and importance to it. At a base level, there’s nothing wrong with
that. The problems come when it’s all in
excess, at the expense of everything else worth merit, or just the fact that
everyone else believes and promotes the idea that power is everything.
“But Voltech!” you cry
out, slamming your fist against your desk, with so much force that it knocks
over the beverage of your choice. “I
know you well, you afro-haired loon!
You, a peddler of poetry based on fighting games, has no right to even
begin bemoaning the concept of power in games!”
And to some extent, you’d be right.
Fighting games rely heavily on giving players power…but they balance
that out by pitting you against equally powerful opponents. Tiers aside, every character in a fighting
game has skills they can use to beat another -- and even beyond that, your
opponent becomes even more dangerous when you test your skills against an
adaptive human as good as, or better than
you. Even if you’re playing as the best
character in the game, you stand a good chance of losing if your skills and
strategies aren’t up to the task.
There’s a big difference between a scenario like that and
roundhouse-kicking a zombie.
And make no mistake,
there are a LOT of games that not only balance power (if they use it at all),
but offer something just as substantial.
Trauma Team is a great example
-- you play as six doctors with varying skill sets, but all of whom are
established aces in their field. The
actual science may be suspect (though a step-up from excising flaming demon
spiders by stopping time), but the fact remains that you’re using player skill
and mental fortitude to clear stages -- engaging with the game and its myriad
threats to bring about a happy ending.
The old Treasure platformer Mischief
Makers works as well; you have only one basic ability (grabbing stuff), but
you use that ability in countless ways to beat everything, up to and including
a Megazord. Red Dead Redemption evened the playing field and kept the spectacle
downplayed; John Marston’s skill set was as grounded in semi-reality as his
opponents, creating tense moments and tenser gunfights. Mass
Effect, in no uncertain terms, named Shepard as the savior of the universe
-- but only through the assistance of comrades on and off the battlefield can
the commander gain the strength needed to even survive an encounter with his
foes.
Frankly, I think that
games create a stronger resonance between itself and its players when the
characters are actually weaker. Shadow
of the Colossus is a fine example -- was there anyone out there who DIDN’T
think “Oh man, how am I going to beat THAT?!” when they first encountered a
colossus? It’s huge, and powerful, and
lurches across the field with thunderous steps, and has skin thicker than the
average Hummer. All you have at your
disposal is a dinky little sword and bow, and a horse. The most you can do is climb and
whistle. You barely look like you can
swing your sword properly, your dodge roll sends you tumbling, you lose your
balance easily, and you end up getting flung around like a flag in a hurricane
every time you clutch a colossus’ hair for dear life. And all of this is to the game’s
advantage. Weakness, in its own ironic
way, can become a game’s strength if used properly. It can be used from a gameplay perspective to
create tension, and drive the player to be the best they can be. It can be used from a design perspective to
emphasize each action, each visual and audile and tactile element the player
experiences. It can be used from a story
perspective to set up the stakes, or make you realize what little hope you
have, or at the very least make it easier to keep track of what a character can
or can’t do.
Go and get this game. Please.
Weakness is something
that’s to be valued -- something that RE6
has forgotten, and I fear a lot of industry big leaguers are on the precipice
of forgetting. We’ve all taken note of
the landslide of violent games that have been or will be released in the wake
of E3; imagine how much more varied the release schedule would be if games didn’t
focus on how awesomely or gruesomely you could slaughter your enemies. Imagine how much more could be gained if you
weren’t playing as some faceless gunman or brutish action hero, but a
well-defined everyman thrown out of his element and into some wild situation,
forced to survive based on wits and a meager skill set. Imagine the possibilities when the concept of
“less is more” is rightfully embraced in the industry zeitgeist -- when a
single element of design philosophy can say and do more than a dozen mashed
together.
I say “imagine” because
that’s about all I CAN do. I may be The
Eternal Optimist, but in light of RE6,
I can’t help but feel a little depressed.
RE6 is a game that exists now,
and has been in the works for years.
It’s a culmination of mismatched ideas designed to appeal to everyone, a
sort of monkey’s paw that gamers wished upon with their dollars. It did so poorly, but there are other games
that have succeeded…but at what cost?
How many games this generation -- or any generation, for that matter --
are geared toward making players feel powerful, or ultra-skilled, or just plain
badass? How many more will there be, and
under the same rule set and conventions we’ve had for more than half a decade? How many more casualties will we have in the
name of progress, and of satisfying a perceived lust for power? What’s the point of it all?
I’ll be honest. I’m not a badass. I’m not ultra-skilled. I’m not powerful. I’m a super-bantamweight with slow reflexes
and a slower land speed. A stiff breeze
can knock me over, give me a wedgie, and make off with my lunch money,
snickering all the while. And you know
what? I’m fine with that. I know there’s always going to be a big
divide between what’s happening in real life and what’s happening in the game
(it certainly helps that there’s a TV screen between the two). I don’t mind playing as -- or even being -- someone
else for a little while, as long as the game offers something unique,
unexpected, and rewarding. An excess of
power isn’t going to offer that. Not
anymore. I’m getting older, as are other
gamers, as is the industry. And if it’s
going to keep on thriving -- if it’s going to keep on giving me, and all of us,
experiences that put smiles on our faces -- it’s going to take more than a
bunch of fancy moves.
I’m ready for you to
start branching out, video games. You’ve
done it before -- many, many, many
times before. And I know you can do it
again.