Video games has a lot in common with pens.
And by “pens”, I mean “penis”. Pens are all about sex, and quite often video games are too.
As long as men (and women, and trans, and…) were painting with their pigment covered fingers, with a stick covered in ashes, with a carved feather dipped in ink, writing was a relatively asexual exercice. But as soon as the fountain pen was invented (by Petrache Poenaru, in 1827), it’s another story entirely. The dip pen was not enough anymore, they had to add a “reservoir” (which made a nice comeback later on, in rubber form), and an ink cartridge, that had to be pierced upon insertion, do I need to say more?
When one sees teenagers blithely killing each other in the latest FPS, holding massive penis surrogates between their virtual hands, “unloading” bursts of molten lead or energy lasers (thankfully, also virtual ones), while claiming they spent last night having sexual encounters with your mom… seems hard not to see the implied symbolic significance. Heck, just the word “FPS” is damn close to the noise my mouth makes when I come. I guess for some people it sounds more like “MMORPG”… but I digress.
So, I can hear you already: “what’s all that got to do with anything, dude?”.
Ok, I used a bic pen to draw the very first concepts for QLRZ. But more importantly, if I take a step back to try and analyze the symbolic content of the game I’ve been working on for more than a year, I can hear the manic laughter of the little Freud I have inside. (Don’t you have one?)
In QLRZ, the otherness is represented by meteors that try to crush you, which is in itself an interesting way of looking at life, and the player’s defence consists of totems (Freud : “and taboos? ROFLMAO…”) that shoot pretty colorful energy streams.
Come on, if this is not a metaphor, I don’t know what is.
Sure, I could throw together a wall of text about combining colors before releasing those energy shots, and how this mechanic is actualy an introduction to tantric practices or sublimation, but let’s be serious just for one second… and let’s try to see the bright side of things. First, Sigmund is dead, and secondly, today is pizza day at the cafeteria (yay!).
So… as a male, white, westerner, what did you expect me to do? Revolt? Subvert? Yeah, well, maybe in the next game, or the one after that. Until then, just try to beat my highscore, you wanker!
Oh, and don’t chew on that pen… you don’t know where it’s been.