i really do appreciate a lot of the character work in monkey island as well - like, guybrush is so likeable, because he’s pretty much exactly everything a lot of ideas a pirate ISN’T. he talks about being a big fearsome pirate, but honestly he’s a guy who cares a hell of a lot and runs face first into walls and shit. he’s clever and he can be sly from time to time but all in all he’s just a Solid Person. and rushed though the romance is in monkey island, they make a lot of it work - especially with the sort of on and off nature of it, and it being okay. he’s a pretty sweet dude on average who occasionally has to steal a thing or two.
and elaine is just a blast, because she’s got all this competence that guybrush doesn’t, but this doesn’t keep her in the “unfunny serious straight character” realm - whenever she shows up she also gets plenty of jokes and gets to have all kinds of fun herself. i’d love a monkey island game from her perspective, especially if tim schafer and ron gilbert could wrangle the license from disney somehow. or maybe disney just hires them to make the next monkey island game period.
lechuck is just a really fun and still really vicious villain, The Men Of Low Moral fiber are pretty friggin’ adorable, and the characters go on and on, and it, usually, is really funny without being mean, and it’s hard to get that sometimes
monkey island’s been a big inspiration on a lot of my writing and comedy over the years, honestly. it and grim fandango.
something i find interesting is that each potential line of dialogue in a dialogue tree feels like something guybrush would say, so he will often get characterized by the things he doesn’t say just because they’re things he COULD have said
this post specifically got me thinking that one of the establishing choices when he’s talking to the pirate masters is:
- I mean to kill you all!
- I want to be a pirate.
- I want to be a fireman.
only one of these options advances the story, but each shows a different side to his character, such as how any ruthlessness of his is entirely a charade, or his childlike waffling between goals
”Q.U.E.E.N.’ definitely is an acronym,’ Monae explains during an interview at Fuse HQ. ‘It’s for those who are marginalized.’ She says the ‘Q’ represents the queer community, the ‘U’ for the untouchables, the ‘E’ for emigrants, the second ‘E’ for the excommunicated and the “N” for those labeled as negroid.
'It’s for everyone who’s felt ostracized,' she adds. 'I wanted to create something for people who feel like they want to give up because they’re not accepted by society.'
James Baldwin: The Civil Rights Movement was a Slave Rebellion (1979)
Instead of speaking about the Civil Rights movement, which is an American phrase, which upon examination means nothing at all. Let us pretend: I stand before you, as a witness to, and a survivor of, the latest slave rebellion.
I put it that way, because Malcolm X was doing a debate with a very young sit-in student, and the radio station called me to moderate this discussion which I did. I was not needed, I must tell you. Malcolm was one of the most beautiful and one of the most gentle men I met in all my life. He asked the boy a question which I now present to you: If you are a citizen, why do you have to fight for your civil rights? If you’re fighting for your civil rights, that means you’re not a citizen. In fact, the legality of this country has never had anything to do with its former slaves. We are still governed by the slave codes.
Now, when I say a slave rebellion, I mean that what is called a civil rights movement was really insurrection. It was co-opted. Now the late Edgar Hoover is in his grave-“God bless him.” A lot of what I knew, and many other people knew during those years, and only a fraction of what we knew during all those years can now be more or less discussed. So I can say that the latest slave rebellion was brutality put down. We all know what happened to Medgar. And it was not some lunatic to happened to be wandering around with a gun. The ONE lunatic in Mississippi at that moment happened to have a gun somewhere. And by some odd coincidence shot Medgar Egars in the comfort of his home, in the sight and hearing of his wife and children. And Medgar was 37. The lunatic was carried into the front door visibly of a nursing home, and out the back door, and that was that. We all know what happened to Malcolm. We all know what happened to Martin. We all know what happened to Fred Hampton and Mark Clark, and so many more. Honey, don’t tell me, the list is long. That is the result of a slave rebellion.
Now, I’m saying that, since we are the survivors of it, a brutal thing must be said: the intentions of this melancholy country, as concerns Black people, and anyone who doubts me can ask any Indian, have always been genocidal.
They needed us for labor and for sport. Now, they can’t get rid of us. We cannot be exiled, and we cannot me accommodated. Now, something’s got to give. The machinery of this country operates day in and day out, hour by hour, until this hour, to keep a nigger in his place. A whole lot of things we used to do we aren’t needed for no more. On the other hand, we’re here.
It is true that this is going to be a very difficult Summer. In every city in this nation now, Black father is standing in the street watching Black son, they are watching each other, and neither one of them got no place to go. That is not their fault. That has nothing to do with their value, merit, capabilities. There maybe nothing worse under heaven, there may be no greater crime, than to attack a man’s integrity; to attempt to destroy that man. I know in spite of the American Constitution, despite of all the “born-again” Christians, I know that my father was not a mule and not a thing, and that my sister was not born to be the plaything of white sheriffs. What am I saying? I am saying we find ourselves in a hard place. (1)