A friend of mine and I had a discussion regarding romances in Dragon Age. He said he had a problem with the fact that not all of the companions were romanceable, stating that there should be some way to, not necessarily on the same playthrough, convince every member of your party to have some manner of relations. I stated that it wasn’t feasible because of the effort required, and the sacrifices to other gameplay aspects it would cause. In a perfect world, though, would you even condone this? — mrbob0822
Actually, I would not.
Surprising? Perhaps. If we had more resources, I suppose I wouldn’t mind allowing the player to try romancing every follower, but to allow them to successfully do so? No, I can’t say that appeals to me very much for two main reasons:
A toast, to absent friends, in memory still bright.
This is my friend Ashleigh Webster. She died almost exactly 8 years ago. She was good and she was kind and she should not have died.
I made the above in ms paint when I was 17. The school library let me print it out in color and I put it on her memorial wall. The wall is gone now, but they planted a tree out in the courtyard in her memory the year after I graduated. My brother eats lunch by it almost everyday, and says it’s very nice and I’m sure it is. But it isn’t her.
She never got to grow up, and now I am 25. It makes me sad, it makes me think. It strengthens my resolve to live and live fully.
I hate posts that are preachy, but honestly — you are not alone. If you are living with the crippling weight of depression, if you can’t see a way out and you feel like no one around you sees you or understands what you’re going through, you are not alone. Reach out. Find your rock and keep climbing. For Ashleigh. For all the kids out there who’ll never grow up. For yourself. You are worth it and you are not alone.
A toast: to absent friends, in memory still bright.
This is my friend Ashleigh Webster. She died 8 years ago. I still miss her. She was good and she was kind and she should not have died. But she did. She decided she did not want to live, and so she never got to grow up. I grew up. And now I am 25 and so very old and so very tired.
But no matter how old I grow, 8 years or 80, Ashleigh will remain one of the very best people I have ever met. Perhaps gone, but remaining (always, always) in memory still bright.
(I made the picture 8 years ago, in paint. I printed it out and stuck it on the memorial wall we made at my high school. I have never had the heart to change it)