I don’t normally write reviews on this site, but I recently played Quern: Undying Thoughts and I had some thoughts of my own. I wasn’t even aware of this game until I got it in a Steam recommendation and it seems to have flown under the radar. That’s too bad because it’s a really good game. Having said that, I’m going to dedicate this entire post to nitpicking. Naturally, I will be spoiling this game in its entirety. I will do my best to not reveal puzzle solutions, but everything else is fair game. And because Quern is heavily inspired by the Myst series I will be using those games as comparisons in a few places, so I’ll be spoiling the stories for those, too. If you haven’t played Quern, I recommend you go buy it and play it now. If you haven’t played Myst and don’t want the ending spoiled, you had 26 years to catch that train.
Alright, that’s enough of a warning. Whatever spoilers you see from this point are on you.
I am now pro-choice. The following post is meant to show why I have made up my mind in that area. This is not a scientific journal or anything and I am not looking to prove via a mountain of evidence why you should be pro-choice. I only seek to provide more than enough evidence than was adequate to convince me personally. If you need more evidence, it’s readily available to you. Although, if I may be frank, the type of person who requires encyclopedia-sized books of evidence to believe my position is likely to only require a Ben Shapiro tweet from 2014 to “prove” the pro-life position. If you think the following post is not enough evidence, but you freely believe in the pro-life movement without examining it yourself, your objections to the pro-choice position are irrational.
I don’t want to recap what happened too much. This is just going to be some quick thoughts on what went down, not a point-by-point thing. Apologies if the writing here isn’t super concise or… uh, good.
Have you ever been at a Bible study where everyone reads aloud, one verse at a time, going around the room? It's a little hard to follow if everyone has a different translation, but they're all mostly the same. Except "The Message" Bible. When that one was pulled out, you could expect the Bible study to devolve into an argument about whether the translation was accurate or inspired. I'm not here to debate that. I'm here to tell you it's the cringiest "what's up, fellow kids" attempt in the history of white Christianity.
God was powerful enough that He could perform any miracle, grand or small. And God desired that I should have good things. Were not the lilies of the field clothed with more splendor than Solomon? How much more valuable was I than dopey swamp grass? I prayed earnestly for the things of heaven, like virtue, holiness, and relationships. My prayers were good and God was good, so when I wasn't getting what I wanted, God needed a good excuse.
Lately I've been having my own Bojack Horseman flash fowards, but with fewer drugs. In these visions I am still turning 30, but I'm in a different house, with a different job, and with a different family. Is there something about this age that brought about such fantasies? Your teens are for discovering yourself and your twenties are for creating yourself, so your thirties are for settling down. It's the point of no return. Like I've heard the cry of a thousand alternate-universe versions of myself which could have been, and were suddenly silenced.
"Tis better to give than to receive." So ran the ad in Nintendo Power one Christmas. The exact year escapes me, but I still recall the large, bold, paint-splatter white text on the violently bright red background. What I don't recall is the fine print, written in tiny letters underneath. Sneaky Nintendo! Got us thinking for a second this wasn't a paid promotion.