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Gimme Somethin' to Shoot
Captain Treacherous - writer/artist - posted on Friday, 06/01/07 4:03:34 EDT
If there's one thing I've learned from video games, it's that there are few things quite so satisfying as taking a big gun and mowing down some monsters. Doom was one of the first video games to demonstrate to me just how effective a shotgun can be in dealing with hell-spawned demons, and that any grunt with enough bloodlust can mow down enough monstrosities to stand before their wall-texture overlord and prevail.
Starcraft, however particularly demonstrates this standing fact: in it are the Terrans, our space-faring human cousins from across the galaxy. These Terrans are in fact the former denizens of Earth exiled to the far reaches of the galaxy for crimes committed on the homeworld. These hardened criminals ultimately find themselves crash-landed upon brave new worlds and proceed to terraform and adapt to their surroundings. In their rapid expansion the Terrans eventually come into contact with vicious creatures known as the Zerg, bent on the genetic assimilation of the Terrans and their subsequent extinction.
What do our intrepid Terrans do? Do they lay down their arms and await the arrival of their ruling Confederacy to oppose the alien menace?
Hell no!
This is what makes Terrans so great. They get their guns, and they mow down aliens. They don't care what's in their sights- little green things, large green things, or really large green things: they have Gauss rifles and the will to use them. Our Good Ol' Boys of Deep Space, representing the best- if not the brightest- of our race, set a sterling example for us all: with enough firepower and bull-headed bravado, you too can stand against the unending waves of chaos and triumph. Be you a commander or lowly private, or even an uneducated sociopath with a criminal record; you're never unfit to lock, load, and set a nasty bug in your sights. Give 'em hell boys; we'll keep the brews and stogies waiting.