Epantiras wrote...
I romanced Zevran instead, I could not bear Alistair's whining and Leliana's religious BS. The ending was, uhm, weird, with no "right choice". I let Morrigan do the ritual because, from my character's point of view, Morrigan was her best friend forever and she didn't care about Alistair anyway. Probably letting Alistair doing the sacrifice would have been a "better choice", but I didn't want to screw him like that. And who cares, someday Morrigan will send a postcard with a photo of her little cute demon baby with fiery eyes of doom.
I would like to see a game mixing the best qualities of both Dragon Age and Mass Effect. As someone said, that masterpiece would be knonw as "Dragon Effect" - or "Mass-age" which sounds way better.
Ah... I remember at first I believed Jack to be Morrigan in space... I was SO WRONG! ;-)
Warning - there be Spoilers ahead! If you ain't played Dragon Age, quit readin' now!That was the thing... I found Morrigan to at first be an insufferable cow. You help people, she whines, you do nothing, she derides you for being wishy-washy, you give her presents, she's happy. I took her for selfish, childish and arrogant and for a good ten hours or so didn't want her around at all. Then I realised she really was a child; some poor thing kept cloistered away by a scholarly tyrant that was priming her her entire natural life to be some spoke in a great ritualistic wheel. I wanted to help Morrigan then, break the cycle, set her free. Instead I find after doing that (well, it seemed a good idea at the time) all I'd done is throw a pebble in the path of the wheel - only little bump, and it was over it. Morrigan's ritual just sounded like a nightmare waiting to happen, and there was no way, despite having grown to like her, I was going to let her endanger the world for what could potentially have been her mother's grand scheme all along.
Alistair... gods and monsters, he was almost as insufferable as Morrigan to begin with. He whined like a schoolboy shoved over in the mud by big lads, his attempts at flirting were not cute but painfully embarassing (I kept expecting him to start waving roses at me and spouting doggerel at me like some other Bioware love interest of days gone by I could mention) and his abject inability to see what needed to be done made me want to shove him out of a window. Frankly, no man that childish and simpering is getting in me; you must be THIS much of a real man to enjoy this ride... and Sten wasn't interested. Thankfully, the game won me back over by allowing me to bed the female bard, the male assassin, and then have them both AND a bonus harlot in The Pearl (sometimes my brain does live below my waist - sue me). Alistair needed to grow up. For better or worse, the land needed him, and it needed him to be the king the last moron failed to be. So, when it came to the final reel, I realised that he needed tough love for the sake of the land; that slap I'd been dying to give him and a royal bawling out preferably in public to get him to sort it out.
Letting Loghain survive wasn't an option for me; the man was a spineless coward with eyes on the throne; a 'hero' only so long as the foe was one he knew how to master easily, so I was going to dig what bones he had in his general back area out and feed them to him before he expired for the sake of all the men that died at the farce of a battle in the first act. If there's one thing I hate, it's weakness; the kind of petty weaknesses that make people inflict horrors on others because they think they're right, or history will see them as right one day, or that whatever it is they do it's beacuse it's what they want and anyone else is just there to be ran roughshod over. He had to go - if only it could have been slower. And by the same turn, no matter how much I disliked Alistair I couldn't inflict Morrigan's bargain on him; the knowledge of what he had done would have turned him into Arthur when Excalibur was lost. The big picture was saving the realm, nothing else mattered... alas, that meant I was locked on the rails with no breaks roaring into the buffers at top speed. Boom.
So, lacking a magic sword of my own to knock Morrigan up (not that I would have anyway) I spent the last reel happy in the knowledge that all those hours spent with my merry band were for no big payoff whatsoever. I read George RR Martin for Chrissakes, I'm no stranger to endless puppy-kicking or loveable characters taking it in the rear from the writer, but to find myself doomed in the first part of an epic adventure? Hold on a f**king second, Bioware! I'm not happy about this so-called state of affairs! This isn't how these games work! Ok, maybe I'll survive somehow, or I'll come back from the dead, or...
Wishful thinking. The Epilogue was the final straw. The land had its king, everyone went their seperate ways,
my girlfriend had a broken heart and my dog died! You certainly know how to stick it in and break it off, Bioware! Normally I turn off the game and sit back, happy it was all over and I played it well enough to finish it. This game though just left me feeling like someone filled my bikini with sand while I was asleep... irritated didn't seem strong enough a term. I tried to replay it once, but knowing what I knew... my heart wasn't in it (plus sleeping with Morrigan made me feel dirty). Hence, all my interest in the series has gone. No buying extra content for me. I'll maybe go back if I magically return from the dead in DA2,
maybe. But it's been the first game in years I've played where I was tempted to turn the disk into a coaster. The best RPG I've ever played, until it suddenly started playing the banjo in the final reel and gave me the
Deliverance treatment.
I'll call it a day on
Dragon Age now... I'll lock the door on it after this little rant. At least I will never have to hear that "licking lamposts" crap ever again. Ugh... pass the chastity belt.
Sermon over. Peace(nik) out.
Gethforceone wrote...
I'm just gonna ignore that shot about religions.
I don't think Epi meant it that way, Geth. I think it wasn't so much about religions as Leliana. Now I'm not a religious person, and I wouldn't mock or judge someone for being religious - it's their call, more power to them. But Leliana's faith did seem to be one of convenience; in my eyes at least it did seem like she joined the church to help people and to perhaps a little less altruistically escape her past... in my book, that's not why you embrace a religion. Maybe I was reading it wrong, but it smacked of hypocracy a little. Am I right there, Epants?
Modifié par Mondo47, 23 mai 2010 - 08:38 .