The Life and Suffering of Sir Brante

Очень понравилась игра. Сюжет зацепил, местами было очень трогательно. А музыка вообще отдельная тема, несколько раз я из-за неё плакала.

What drives someone to rebel against the structures that define them and the world around them? What is it in us that yearns to release the shackles of the assumed and to fight those ignorant to the scope of perspectives that encapsulate the known reality? Do we burn for change to placate our egos or is it a deeper drive within the human psyche that pushes us to break free from the previous strata of existence and into the vaguely projected evolution of it? Is rebellion a self-serving system and can we truly embody change in a way that ensures the price paid does not rot away the foundations? Many such questions arise when playing this interactive novel. It is inherently a look into the checks and balances of a closed system becoming more open. The dawn of a new age is steadily rising on the horizon and what is perceived as the next step in our evolution as a culture is steadily bubbling up from the collective unconscious. The youthful spring of rebellion washes away the sorrows of winter, as passions ride before reason and reason halts the progress by stubbornly resisting what is to emerge. The new culture clashes with the old, fracturing into smaller rebellions – some against the old; some the new. Yet what has been set to motion cannot be halted and one way or another we are to move forward as a species. But as it stands, the complex of culture is too vast and multifaceted to place into crude categories and when the pendulum swings too far, it is bound to swing back with equal force. One choice may seem to push for the bright future that reaps only razed fields and the furthering of a system of torment upon those would have rather have stayed in the comfort of a known pain, rather than to be forced to partake in someone else’s zealous fight for a freedom that may never manifest as anything other than a trap reframed. It is so easy to vilify those you do not understand. To take up arms against them and to judge them unfit for the reality that is to form. It is even easier to have blind faith in one’s righteousness, through which the hammer of justice enacts harsh punishments – what is done for the good of the system must be righteous after all, no? The youthful resentment and movement towards change soon sours, when passions run dry in the face of a reality too stark to hide away the toll of such reckless judgement over the fate of those who oppose the grand vision. There are no winners in a struggle that so easily casts aside those it deems not in the service of the cause. The hand holding the blade grows weary when it cuts away mercilessly and it may very well find the blade turned inward, when all those opposing the cruelty of one’s judgement have been put to the soil. No amount of intellectualization can mask the stench of an apocalypse masquerading as a revolution. For none may enjoy the fruits of a system so blatantly ripped open without forethought, only for it to shut its jaws down again under the extreme duress of reckless passion turned nihilism. Should we have rebelled in the first place? Was the ordained place of man the right one, after all? Did we rebel against the gods just to be smitten down from the steps of heaven? Ought we have embraced our lot in life and to accept that our hubris makes us ignorant? Is our zest for progress a manifestation of an ego grandstanding as a false prophet? Ought our rebellion be cast inwards, rather than onto the systems outside of ourselves? Is the system we fight to open capable of such openness, when the parts making it up are in a constant state of flux and incapable of the same openness requested of it? Does a healthy rebellious instinct turn into naivete, when the one brandishing it lacks the individuation necessary to understand what it rebels against?