Thread:Denevir/@comment-25050130-20150509191251/@comment-26252250-20150520183022

I am convinced I need to tell you a story to provide some context:

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Denevir. He always liked videogames, ever since his house got hold of a computer when he was 10. Denevir was fascinated with them: the things he could do, see, read, etc. He had nothing but love for them. Granted, his backlog only got larger from there, but Denevir pressed on, out of sheer love for videogames.

14 years after the fact, he stumbled upon a thing called Skywind. Denevir had little experience in actually playing Morrowind and Skyrim (had put them on hold, as well as Oblivion) but he eagerly wanted to help, since he was always of the mind that old videogames could be updated in lieu of the passing of time and constant evolution (at this time he just shrugged off any accusation of "dumbing down" and "lowest common denominator", for what others saw as a threat, he saw as the next logical evolutionary step (he remembered the clunkyness and unneeded "complexity" of years past, even though his backlog extends to those days).

At first, the Skywind folk saw Denevir as nothing but a spammer, for the "management" (who turned out to be nothing more than glorified a-holes) thought they could wave their "old guard" sausages like they meant anything (new people were looked down in lieu of just being new) but one dude disregarded that and gave Denevir a hand. Denevir was thankful, and in light of his lore know-how, he ended up becoming the appointed "loremaster".

A title that was just that, a title. As the days passed, Denevir started to see things that made no logical sense: Morrowind being heralded as the messiah of videogames, and Oblivion and Skyrim being regarded as "casual garbage" (At this point, Denevir had learned that reviews were nothing but glorified subjective qualifications, and as such were useless).

Then came Elder Scrolls Online. Right on cue, the hate train was fed the coals of elitism. Denevir remained resolute in not judging something that hadn't come out yet, for logic dictated that one cannot tell an embryo is a boy or a girl until it shows signs of being either. Denevir had had to sit through a lot of "opinions" and "arguments", and his extensive patience started to wear thin. But he didn't want to burn any bridges.

Then came the betrayal. The dude who had helped Denevir turned out to be nothing more than a self-absorbed, self-righteous, condescending, patronizing a-hole, who said things like "trust me, I'm a designer" and expected the lowly commoners to obey. The dude was an art student, and a "Morrowind veteran", and adamant in enforcing an artistic and creative dictatorship on Skywind, because he was delusional to the point of saying videogames back in the game were made "with love and not for profit" (a lie), that modern videogames were nothing but mindless entertainment (another lie) and that he was going to "fix" everything wrong with it (a delusion through and through). The dude was toxic to the point of a megalomaniac messiah complex.

Denevir was conflicted. The dude had been kind to him, and kindness is rewarded with kindness. But alas, the dude belittled Denevir under the pretense of "it's the Internet, don't mind what anyone says there". But Denevir stayed resolute, almost to the point of breaking down. In the end, he couldn't last much longer.

And then it came the realization: these people are mental. They spread lies and misinformation (like they did and still do about ESO) to push their agenda. Rationality is a capital punishment, and "emotions", "feelings" and "arguments" are something to be proud of. Denevir couldn't make heads or tails of it. Logic was nowhere to be seen. The anger, born out of outrage and incomprehension, that welled inside him escalated to the point of him having chest pains. After dropping on and off the radar for a while, it hit Denevir he had to make a choice, one that would forever change him.

So he did. Resolute as ever, they told this sack of elitists to drop dead, and he burned each and every single bridge he had built over the course of six months (time he could have used playing the videogames he still loves, but he was so focused he was convinced he was going to be rewarded). Denevir had made a group of friends during his time on Skywind (he was banned for his "offense", but that was the desire outcome) but alas, he had to leave else the rage would consume him.

The psychological sequels remain to this day. Denevir still doesn't understand how his race has devolved into what it is now, how the only thing he ever truly cared about is so carefreely disrespected, and the ones who make it happen even more.

It was from that fateful day on that Denevir bowed he would never let "feelings" and "emotions" triumph over reason and logic, for if that were to ever happen, he might as well quit videogames and move house six feet under.

It is said that sometimes, Denevir finds little sparks of hope now and then.