You Can’t Do That In RPGs: Chapter One: The Hero’s Rude Awakening

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- Editorial Note

Tygar[1] overslept.[2] Of course, Tygar normally overslept, but that’s not the point. He overslept today, and today, of all days, would be the first day of his grand adventure. An adventure that will span worlds – well, okay, not worlds. Continents. Maybe. Actually, just a bunch of differently themed regions in a relatively small part of the world.[3] In any case –

“Ermph. Keep it down. Trying to slee…”

Sadly, Tygar isn’t even referring to me. The unknown antecedent of Tygar’s half-mumbled protestation comes in the form of his older, wiser, and much abler-to-wake-up-on-time sister.[4]

“Tygar, you have a visitor – some guy who looks like a grumpy old man, but is probably a powerful and wizened wizard who will serve as your mentor for this adventure.”[5]

“Don’t wanna… don’t care…” is the somnolent response.[6]

Just then, the peaceful morning of this remote hamlet[7] is shattered by a horrendous explosion. Luckily, it was just the visitor blowing up the door to make his grand entrance and not the destruction of the entire village.[8]

“Come forth from fatal loins, dear boy!”[9]

“Loins? He’s 17.[10] Are you off your rocker, old man? And do you plan on paying for the door you just blasted?”[11]

“Oh, erm, yes. I see. That was the bit from the prophecy about his birth.[12] You know, ‘save the world and all that jazz.’ Huh, I seem to be a little late… let me check… ah yes, here we are!”

But, just as he pulls out a piece of paper with what appear to be scribblings[13] of  cute, gentle monkeys in their death throes[14] after having been dashed upon the rocks as one would puppies,[15] the old man is interrupted.

“You’re batty! There’s too many jazz musicians[16] in the world as it is!” notes[17] the indignant sister.

“Ah, geez. Guy can’t get his beauty[18] sleep around here. What is it that you want, old man?”[19] asks Tygar.

“What I want? What I really really want?[20] What I want is for you – to die!”[21]

The silence following this pronouncement could have been seen as a dramatic pause,[22] but soon the gentle snores of Tygar ruined the moment.

After sighing, the old man picked Tygar up by telekinesis[23] and hurled him outside through the blasted remains of the front door.[24]

“Tigger![25] Today is the first day of your adventure; the first day of the rest of your life.[26] Now listen carefully: the earth is doomed,[27] and you need – HEY.”

At that very moment, Tygar was busy examining his father’s sword[28] with comments like “oooh” and “shinnnny.” A psionic blast[29] whizzing past his ear brought his attention back to the old man who was now visibly seething.[30]

“Alright. We’ll do this the simple way. You will go to the ruins[31] just outside of town,[32] wipe out all the level one monsters, kill the boss,[33] and bring back the Sacred Booty.[34] Understood?”

“Ok, sure, sounds like fun.[35] When do we leave?” asks Tygar.

“We? We are not going anywhere. You are going.”

“So you’re not coming?”

“Nope. I have plans to get my old butt over to the inn,[36] have a drink,[37] and chat up the local barmaids.”[38]

“If you’re not coming, why do I have to go?”[39]

“Because you are the hero. The prophecies have foretold your role in the coming battle. They have foretold your unique heritage. They have foretold that you will be the single reason that we all live past the apocalypse.”

“What does that have to do with me going to the ruins outside of town?” asks Tygar snidely.

“You, Tygar, must prove your worth to me. Only by bringing back the Sacred Booty will you prove that you are indeed the hero foretold.”

“Hang on there, Mr. Wizard[40]. You just told me that I’m the hero. Is that or is that not going to happen regardless of whether I go on your silly little fetch[41] quest? And you – why do you get to sit here on your laurels? Logically, if I’m going to be the hero, come what may, then it makes no difference if you come or not. In the interest of efficiency, I think you should come and lightning fry[42] all the monsters – saving me the trouble of slogging through them.”

“Do not take me for some conjuror of cheap tricks!”[43] bellows the old man. “I am Gandalf, the Grey…[44] Erm. I mean, I am Wyznbach. I am the sum total of all that is RPG. I hold within me keys to unlock the greatest…”

As the local barmaid,[45] showing huge - tracts of land,[46] sauntered by, the old man trailed[47] off and then began to woodenly[48] trail[49] her on her trail[50] to the inn.

“Very well, Wyznbach. I will travail[51] myself in this quest. Just see that she isn’t travailing[52] because you got some booty.[53] In any case, it shouldn’t take nine months to get this Sacred Booty or whatever.”

With that fateful muttering, Tygar left his village in search of ruins, Sacred Booty, and all things hero-related.

 

Tune in next time to see if Tygar will fight to death for a woman he just met![54]

 



[1] Hello, and welcome to the footnotes section. You’ve obviously lost your way, or else you would be continuing with the actual story. But since you’re here, I might as well explain a few things in a vague and mysterious manner. This is the footnotes section – no, wait. Much too definite. This might possibly be the one and only footnotes section as foretold by legend. But you’re gonna have to go into the Ant-Eater Mound of Trials and bring me back a shrubbery to find out for sure.

In any case, this possible footnotes section exists so that I – your esteemed narrator – may wax editorially on various points contained wherein the story proper.

This footnote has nothing to do with Tygar’s appellation despite its placement.

[2] Naturally the very first rule that teenaged heroes must follow. But no one ever asks if they’re just lazy and incompetent fools who have never had a real job – no, it’s simply a rueful smile at the vagrancies of youth. See Justin of Grandia and Jack of Radiata Stories.

[3] Ever notice that RPGs either seem global or shoved into a very small part of the world? If they’re global, each land will have a different characteristic, because continents are routinely influenced by one overwhelming element. If they’re local, do note that geography is never a concern when placing opposing climates directly next to each other.

[4] Tygar’s sister is not yet important enough to warrant an appellation. Maybe after she gets kidnapped. Oops. Forget I said that.

[5] The tried and true mysterious stranger who knows more than he lets on. This is also a contrived plot device so that Tygar will have someone to talk to. Besides me.

[6] Here Tygar exhibits one of the many archetypal hero characteristics: disinterred surliness in anything but himself. Fortunately for us, Tygar is schizophrenic and will not be intolerably reticent throughout the story.

[7] What self-respecting hero is from the big city? City slickers are too cynical to make good heroes. Besides, the hero is gonna have to have somewhere to single-handedly invade/slaughter the defenders. If he were to do that to some small burgh, he might be the villain not the hero. Pun on hamlet in a second.

[8] While slaughtering the main character’s village might be fun and a fairly normal beginning to hero-dom, I’m actually going to not punish the hero that way. No, I’ll think of better ways. That involve figs. And mice.

I just realized that I can’t footnote a footnote. Sigh. Oh well, figs and mice = see Robert Jordan.

[9] Sadly, I shouldn’t have to footnote this. It’s Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet. Now do you get the above pun?

[10] Yeah, he’s just 17. Heroes who can legally own land or smoke mystical herbs are virtually unheard of. Don’t worry though – give him a few months, and he’ll be the most powerful person/being on the planet.

[11] The old man has no intention of paying for the door. It’s a well known fact that the hero et al don’t have to pay for any damages rendered anywhere. What makes them different from a band of vandalistic bandits is their “heart” at the vanguard of any destruction. If you don’t get that last sentence, stop reading and go reacquaint yourself with the PS1 RPG library.

[12] Heroes often have prophecies – either about them or that they will fulfill. And prophecies always come true, unbeliever. Especially if the hero is named Thomas and makes a covenant.

Sigh. Footnote squared = Stephen R. Donaldson.

[13] No ancient civilization uses English. Don’t worry though – if the hero doesn’t have the mysterious power to translate due to his ancient bloodline, he’ll soon come across some random linguist with a classics degree. Luckily this classicist isn’t interested in money – despite not being able to find work at all – he’ll instead be quite happy with whatever random artifacts the hero doesn’t need. In our story though, this old man serves the purpose well enough.

Oh. The above statements are in no way a reflection of the narrator’s bitterness about his classics degree.

[14] The narrator is occasionally bewildered as to how RPGs determine which animals are cute, fluffy potential mascots and which animals are dangerous, mutated vermin that should be exterminated for easy experience points. Please don’t call PETA. No monkeys were harmed in the writing of this satire.

[15] And before you go ballistic, go read Homer, you uncultured louts. Specifically, his section about Polyphemus.

Yes. The narrator did just call you an uncultured lout. His classics degree enables him to feel hubristic arrogance in attempt to give meaning to his otherwise pathetic existence.

[16] But there are no jazz musicians. In fact, the music either tends to be bardic voiced melodies of a decidedly Celtic flavor or hard-rock with plenty of guitar solos. No choices, Mercedes Lackey.

[17] It’s gonna be a punny day.

[18] And the bishy guys do need that beauty sleep.

[19] From the teenage view, anything above mid 20s is simply decrepit. And the sulky hero doesn’t show respect to his elders. But that’s ok, cause this old man is gonna… oh, ho, ho – thought I was gonna give away plot points, did ya? This isn’t some cheesy RPG full of “go fetch the five doom fragments, each buried within an elemental region, to prevent the ancient evil’s awakening”… Oh wait. Ah, crap.

[20] Yeah. I did just go there.

[21] Wouldn’t it be refreshing to get a plot twist like this? Instead of waiting till the very end to betray the hero, he actually just does it from the beginning?

[22] Complete with wooshing wind noise and birds flying overhead.

[23] And you thought the old man would be a mage. Ha. He’s a Y-Man! Goes to the local YMCA everyday.

[24] Some heroes are just unlucky schmucks who get beat-up on before becoming all-powerful beings able to crush even gods. See Jack of Radiata Stories and Llyod of Tales of Symphonia.

[25] Referencing real-life material well outside the game’s canon does not in anyway break continuity or immersiveness. Soon, the narrator will begin seeking product placements for this most holy adventure. Contact through the usual means: smoke signals and naked virgins.

[26] Now that’s good dialogue.

[27] Everybody loves Giles.

[28] No, not just any sword. His father’s sword. Think it’ll be important in saving the world?

[29] The narrator casts Resurrection on the Wizardry series.

[30] Not to be confused with the old man’s routine of teething, during which he takes out his dentures and proceeds to do a chilling ventriloquist impersonation of an undead warrior.

[31] Scan back up a few lines to catch the delayed pun. Now, groan.

[32] Isn’t it convenient that a starter dungeon is always close to the hero’s hometown? And it’s just great that this unblooded boy can wipe out the monsters/retrieve the lost artifact when no one else locally could be bothered.

[33] When’s the last time a hero wandered into a dungeon that didn’t have a boss?

[34] You know it’s important when it’s added to the valuables section of the inventory, and the game won’t let you sell it.

[35] Ah, how quickly his personality shifts. Note the boundless enthusiasm of the young hero, unbent by the trials to come.

[36] Luckily, all towns have inns. And unlike the Bible, there’s always room at the inn.

[37] Probably non-alcoholic. It just doesn’t do for RPG heroes to wander around drinking, getting drunk, and then pissing in the streets. Since this is a US release, the old man’s gonna have to settle for some unnamed, ambiguous drink of dubious origins.

[38] Not that he’s gonna get anywhere. You can’t have sex in RPGs. Why? Well, it’s a well known fact that only nerds like classicists – ahem, I mean socially challenged individuals – play RPGs, and nerds never get laid. No sense in taunting the hoi polloi with that which they cannot achieve.

[39] Tygar rightly questions why powerful/ancient mentors are always sending people on quests and never actually doing anything themselves.

[40] Children of the 80s TV world never say die, goonie!

[41] Fetch, Tygar, fetch. Good boy.

[42] Yes, lightning fry. NOT fry with lightning. And NO, I’m NOT going to change it.

[43] If you had to look at the footnote, then bang your head against the desk until there’s a lordly ringing sound.

[44] At this point, the narrator’s legal advisors cut in and mumble something about copyright infringement. The narrator sullenly agrees but makes plans to have the advisors sacked by llamas. Sadly, all llamas are currently employed by a mountain snake.

[45] You can take her as a conjuror of cheap tricks, if you like.

[46] Actually, she’s probably not since this has been censored for the US. But who can resist referencing Monty Python? If you say, “anyone with good taste and decency,” then I shall be forced to sick the llamas on you.

[47] ONE.

[48] You have a sick mind. Yes, you. You’re the one who looked at the footnote.

[49] TWO.

[50] THREE.

[51] FOUR.

[52] FIVE. As a public service announcement, this should serve as a warning. Punning is a disease. A very serious disease. Once infected, a person’s inflected sentence structure will be sentenced to the foul bowels of disaster. Friends don’t let friends pun.

[53] Come on. You knew I was gonna make a pun. Have a little faith.

[54] Now taking bets that he does. 5 to 1, suckers – I mean, customers. Good, gentle customers.

You Cant Do That In RPGs
  1. You Can't Do That In RPGs: Chapter One: The Hero's Rude Awakening
  2. You Can’t Do That In RPGs: Chapter Two: In Search of Sacred Booty
  3. You Can’t Do That In RPGs: Chapter Three: Excuse me, miss. Are you the Sacred Booty?

7 Responses to 'You Can’t Do That In RPGs: Chapter One: The Hero’s Rude Awakening'

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    On October 31st, 2005 at 9:53 pm - 1 hour, 1 minute after engaging in an Anime-Fest! - a sinful robber with huge tracts of land, having made 22 chance criticisms before building a shrine to the New Kids, making use of the ultra Firefox 1.0.7 on Windows XP and whose epitaph will read zoocat, estimated:

    Nice work…I did feel quite cultured and decidedly non-loutish when I recognized the reference to Homer well before I read footnote 15. Who the heck footnotes fiction anyway? Only the Evil Overlord, that’s who! It’s a good read and, even though I’m not exactly an RPG gamer, I laughed audibly several times, and groaned inwardly constantly. I eagerly await the next installment!

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    On October 31st, 2005 at 9:56 pm - 1 hour, 4 minutes after the world ended - a drunken swashbuckler who was just trying to find the bathroom, having made 22 hit-or-miss directives before now, running the wee Firefox 1.0.7 on Windows XP and whose name must not be spoken zoocat, swore:

    Oh, and there’s a typo in footnote 23. HA!

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    On October 31st, 2005 at 10:14 pm - 1 hour, 22 minutes too late to prevent ice-9 - a poor gangster from the bowels of heck itself, having made 140 purposeless prevarications precedently, flourishing the evasive Opera 8.50 on Windows XP and whose trade name is Evil Overlord, announced:
    tylerwillis

    zoocat on October 31, 2005 at 9:53 pm said:

    Nice work…I did feel quite cultured and decidedly non-loutish when I recognized the reference to Homer well before I read footnote 15. Who the heck footnotes fiction anyway? Only the Evil Overlord, that’s who! It’s a good read and, even though I’m not exactly an RPG gamer, I laughed audibly several times, and groaned inwardly constantly. I eagerly await the next installment!

    Thanks much. Fun to write and hopefully fun to read.
    Yeah… but you have a Greek degree; that by itself makes you cultured. :)
    Seriously though - I have read a few published fiction books that are footnoted on ocassion. Margaret Weis/Tracy Hickman’s The Death Gate Cycle series has a few minor notes, and I know that I’ve read others… but none of them have this much. Muhahahaha.

    zoocat on October 31, 2005 at 9:56 pm said:

    Oh, and there’s a typo in footnote 23. HA!

    Sadly, I had two other sets of eyeballs look at this before it was up… it’s fixed now.

    Good to know that you’re still willing to jump on my least mistake. :)

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    On November 1st, 2005 at 10:49 am - 13 hours, 57 minutes after engaging in an Anime-Fest! - a rotten charlatan who is trying to engulf the world in flames, having made 5 random communications hitherto, maneuvering the wistful Internet Explorer 6.0 on Windows XP and whose pet name is DanBurch, ruminated:

    wow reminds me of the works of neial giman and terry pratchet in good ommens. i laughed, i cryed, it moved me bob

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    On November 1st, 2005 at 2:57 pm - 18 hours, 5 minutes too late to save the world - a despicable pioneer who plays too many RPGs, having made 140 arbitrary equivocations earlier, exploiting the functional Opera 8.50 on Windows XP and whose nickname is Evil Overlord, remarked:
    tylerwillis

    DanBurch on November 1, 2005 at 10:49 am said:

    wow reminds me of the works of neial giman and terry pratchet in good ommens. i laughed, i cryed, it moved me bob

    I aim to please. And to insult. Mostly to insult.

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    On November 1st, 2005 at 6:41 pm - 21 hours, 49 minutes after eating a large pile of turbid eel - a drunken heroine from the bowels of heck itself, having made 22 accidental equivocations before making a very rude hand gesture, holding the erratic Firefox 1.0.7 on Windows XP and whose pen name is zoocat, declared:

    Good to know that you’re still willing to jump on my least mistake.

    What’s a brother for, after all? ;)

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