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THE SILVER LINING IS BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT IN EVERY WAY. So soon as I'm done playing it I wish for it to turn into a large stuffed animal or a warm blankie so I can snuggle in it forever.
And all of a sudden I find myself wanting to do nothing but write fic for the King's Quest series despite all my other outstanding ficcish and real life obligations and the fact that nobody would know what it was.
And then I wondered if this is how VR5 fans felt, all vaguely lonely and sad and wanting to blither on about something and make theories that nobody cares about.
And that's sad, because everyone needs to be aware of what fucking amazing people these 90s adventure-game protagonists were. They fucking invented the graphical adventure game, okay, I bet you can't say you did that.
These games are about a family of extraordinary (yet mostly pacifistic) badasses who fight off all the perils of a Fantasy Kitchen Sink world using nothing but their wits, puzzle-solving skills, and ability to pick up any damn random item they want without anyone saying anything about it. And they've saved no less than five kingdoms that way because they are that good.
See this fierce bastard right here?
This is King Graham of Daventry. He wasn't a prince. He became King by singlehandedly saving the kingdom when he was eighteen. And then he went out and saved another kingdom becausehe fell in love he was bored from not saving anything. And then his family got kidnapped a few years on so he went and saved them too. Beat two wizards, vampires, witches, and age itself, and still ready to take up the adventurer's cap if anything threatens his kingdom or his family.
Also look at that fucking fierce hat. That hat is more adventurous than pretty much your entire person will ever be. He prefers it to his crown.
Oh, and his wife?
Yeah, Valanice may have started out her adventuring life being rescued from her tower by Graham. But then she fights off a giant scorpion, tames the West Wind, and saves the Dream World all on her own, all to get her daughter back. And she does it all without even ripping her dress.
And said daughter, Rosella?
Saved her kingdom-saving daddy at eighteen - all on her own. And she had to shoot an evil fairy in the heart, fight off the Grey Sisters of myth, tame a unicorn, and steal from Cupid to do it. And then she ran off to another magical kingdom and saved that because she didn't want to settle down and get married. Oh, and she rescues herself her own prince, thank you very much.
Oh, and her twin brother?
Threw down with the Lord of the Dead and made him cry. No fucking exaggeration.
So yeah, there's a lot going on in these games. They're richly designed, intricate, reward out-of-the-box thinking, and allow you via the royal family generally be fucking amazing at everything. So you should search out some playthroughs and play Silver Lining and write me a bunch of fic about these frankly flawless people.
Oh, and you can die in a bunch of very entertaining ways. Mostly because everything in every game is trying to kill you.
*goes back to watching playthrough*
And all of a sudden I find myself wanting to do nothing but write fic for the King's Quest series despite all my other outstanding ficcish and real life obligations and the fact that nobody would know what it was.
And then I wondered if this is how VR5 fans felt, all vaguely lonely and sad and wanting to blither on about something and make theories that nobody cares about.
And that's sad, because everyone needs to be aware of what fucking amazing people these 90s adventure-game protagonists were. They fucking invented the graphical adventure game, okay, I bet you can't say you did that.
These games are about a family of extraordinary (yet mostly pacifistic) badasses who fight off all the perils of a Fantasy Kitchen Sink world using nothing but their wits, puzzle-solving skills, and ability to pick up any damn random item they want without anyone saying anything about it. And they've saved no less than five kingdoms that way because they are that good.
See this fierce bastard right here?
This is King Graham of Daventry. He wasn't a prince. He became King by singlehandedly saving the kingdom when he was eighteen. And then he went out and saved another kingdom because
Also look at that fucking fierce hat. That hat is more adventurous than pretty much your entire person will ever be. He prefers it to his crown.
Oh, and his wife?
Yeah, Valanice may have started out her adventuring life being rescued from her tower by Graham. But then she fights off a giant scorpion, tames the West Wind, and saves the Dream World all on her own, all to get her daughter back. And she does it all without even ripping her dress.
And said daughter, Rosella?
Saved her kingdom-saving daddy at eighteen - all on her own. And she had to shoot an evil fairy in the heart, fight off the Grey Sisters of myth, tame a unicorn, and steal from Cupid to do it. And then she ran off to another magical kingdom and saved that because she didn't want to settle down and get married. Oh, and she rescues herself her own prince, thank you very much.
Oh, and her twin brother?
Threw down with the Lord of the Dead and made him cry. No fucking exaggeration.
So yeah, there's a lot going on in these games. They're richly designed, intricate, reward out-of-the-box thinking, and allow you via the royal family generally be fucking amazing at everything. So you should search out some playthroughs and play Silver Lining and write me a bunch of fic about these frankly flawless people.
Oh, and you can die in a bunch of very entertaining ways. Mostly because everything in every game is trying to kill you.
*goes back to watching playthrough*
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