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Mar. 31st, 2008 03:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethWent to bed
went to sleep
had horrific nightmares based on Torchwood 1-06 Countrycide
woke up again
decided to stay that way.
Couldn't I just skip the horrific nightmares part? Just sometimes?
It wasn't the obvious, running through woods being chased. It was based on the idea of a theme park, where various games recreated challenging or amusing or pretty scenarios for the paying punters to get through. Countrycide was one of them. The game had been running for 6 years. As soon as I found it I shut it down. They brought the 'players' out of there - and there was Jack. White haired, with a thick band of scar tissue around his throat. And the ones running the game said he was just an android, just something they'd created, they could hardly keep Captain Harkness locked up for their amusement. But he felt real. He felt real to an empath. Six years of horror and the sick realisation you can get used to anything, even how far you'll go to survive in a scenario where they never bothered giving them food, just extra players. To touch him was to know all that horror, but I wouldn't let him go. Nobody had touched him but to hurt in years. After all, he's the man that can't die - he's so useful in that setup. But then they led him away. So I went on a rampage, trying to find the people in charge, determined to pull it all down. The people running the 'games' didn't get it. These things were made, not like real people. Realistic reactions, not real, they said. And then other games started busting out, and there was a stampede of... they were either part animal people or really fast zombies, bit difficult to tell given the 'stampede' part. Or they could just be long term 'players' from Countrycide. It was ghastly.
And then I met a Prince standing in line for a formal dance scene. He was dressed to the nines, top hat and tails, all posh and pretty. I started off asking if he knew about Countrycide, and he replied he did - he'd played it many times. It was one of his grandmother's favourites. No hunting quite like it, what?
And that right there was the worst part. Not the horrors in the games, but the ones outside willing to treat it all as entertainment, even when it bleeds and feels. It's only realistic, not real.
I am very much not in the mood for computer games today. I don't like the arguments that say they train people to treat people as things... but they're feeling awful persuasive right now.
*shudders*
went to sleep
had horrific nightmares based on Torchwood 1-06 Countrycide
woke up again
decided to stay that way.
Couldn't I just skip the horrific nightmares part? Just sometimes?
It wasn't the obvious, running through woods being chased. It was based on the idea of a theme park, where various games recreated challenging or amusing or pretty scenarios for the paying punters to get through. Countrycide was one of them. The game had been running for 6 years. As soon as I found it I shut it down. They brought the 'players' out of there - and there was Jack. White haired, with a thick band of scar tissue around his throat. And the ones running the game said he was just an android, just something they'd created, they could hardly keep Captain Harkness locked up for their amusement. But he felt real. He felt real to an empath. Six years of horror and the sick realisation you can get used to anything, even how far you'll go to survive in a scenario where they never bothered giving them food, just extra players. To touch him was to know all that horror, but I wouldn't let him go. Nobody had touched him but to hurt in years. After all, he's the man that can't die - he's so useful in that setup. But then they led him away. So I went on a rampage, trying to find the people in charge, determined to pull it all down. The people running the 'games' didn't get it. These things were made, not like real people. Realistic reactions, not real, they said. And then other games started busting out, and there was a stampede of... they were either part animal people or really fast zombies, bit difficult to tell given the 'stampede' part. Or they could just be long term 'players' from Countrycide. It was ghastly.
And then I met a Prince standing in line for a formal dance scene. He was dressed to the nines, top hat and tails, all posh and pretty. I started off asking if he knew about Countrycide, and he replied he did - he'd played it many times. It was one of his grandmother's favourites. No hunting quite like it, what?
And that right there was the worst part. Not the horrors in the games, but the ones outside willing to treat it all as entertainment, even when it bleeds and feels. It's only realistic, not real.
I am very much not in the mood for computer games today. I don't like the arguments that say they train people to treat people as things... but they're feeling awful persuasive right now.
*shudders*