Wii, Mii and Kweh
In the November issue of Play magazine they did a feature article on the Wii. This is nothing new (who hasn't written about the Wii at this point) but it was the first time I had read about Nintendo's intention to change the relationship people have with their televisions. While the Wii is in standby mode and connected to a TV, Wii channels will be available in which one can engage in a variety of activities. Sharing and displaying photos via an SD memory card, checking news or weather, web browsing through Opera, and sending messages are all initial channels (Nintendo promises more in the future). Most intriguingly, there is a channel in which players can create a "Mii", a customizable avatar that can be stored and taken to a friend's for gameplay.
As the ubiquitous Reggie Fils-Amie puts it: "Our strategy is based on one core belief: That the next step in gaming is bringing gaming back to the masses."
The only problem is, I never really liked the masses that much.
The idea of the Mii is cute. It immediately brought to mind images of my furry eyebrowed Mii wandering Wii space and making friends based on my stats, style of play, preferred game type (Role playing). I imagine a cute little gaming community, the likes of which I've only dreamt about, coalescing into the sound of a thousand little Mii's pixellated laughs.
It probably won't work that way.
It's like when I was 17, mostly innocent and searching Gay.com for love. I was under the impression then, having met almost no real gays, that we were all infinitely smarter, braver, classier, understanding and more creative than our straight brethren. That rosy notion was quickly dispelled. Rather than finding love, the only thing I ever found through the internet was a moderately good blow job. If I hadn't met Froggie, my boyfriend, through Gay.com, I would be disavowing it completely in this very paragraph.
Most other Miis will be rather annoying, I'm betting. As well as insistent, asinine, unskilled and tedious. Reggie's "masses" will be rather unwashed, and perhaps my Mii will befriend one (or five, if I'm lucky) and mostly find himself playing alone in his channel sandbox, just as I did in elementary school.
Then again, maybe I'm just a little too cynical after 26 years of finding most people don't want to play the games I want to play. That's why I've been piling hours up in Ivalice, Final Fantasy XII.
RPG's are exactly what I need. Endless, satisfying collection. The quick sigh of relief one feels after completing a doozy of a fetch quest. And the characters, oh the characters. In Final Fantasy XII, each of the six main characters is so heroic, so sexy, that you could possibly never need to leave the house again. Vaan, blond and twinky and searching for freedom. Basch, scruffy and scarred, moving stoutly forward. Balthier the sky pirate, flirtatiously debonair in his tight leather pants. I'll even include the girls, a cast of three that even I find irresistible.
These are the Miis for me. Enclosed, written, designed to be sexy. There's no discrepancy between the photo and the actual person here... it's all been programmed. What you see is what you get. I game to get away from the uncertainties and hassles of life, and I find gaming's increasing connectibility a little threatening. I did play the online FFXI for a few months, loving everything except being forced to play with the other dunderheads also online. In all the hours spent in that online world, I made one real friend, an FTM who went by the name of Zyrx and who lived in Pittsburgh. So, like in Vana'diel and Gay.com, can I count on batting 1 in several thousand in Wii-land?
Maybe that's not so bad.
Nintendo is saying that the Wii is called such because of it's all-inclusive nature, and that "the name works best at the beginning of declarative statements."
Silly, but I guess I can live with that. As I learned in high school, being the loner wasn't as cool as it seemed. Wii is your parent, begging you to go outside because its a sunny day. FF XII is that journal of poetry you kept hidden under your gay porno videos in your dresser drawer.
Maybe I can find room for both?
As the ubiquitous Reggie Fils-Amie puts it: "Our strategy is based on one core belief: That the next step in gaming is bringing gaming back to the masses."
The only problem is, I never really liked the masses that much.
The idea of the Mii is cute. It immediately brought to mind images of my furry eyebrowed Mii wandering Wii space and making friends based on my stats, style of play, preferred game type (Role playing). I imagine a cute little gaming community, the likes of which I've only dreamt about, coalescing into the sound of a thousand little Mii's pixellated laughs.
It probably won't work that way.
It's like when I was 17, mostly innocent and searching Gay.com for love. I was under the impression then, having met almost no real gays, that we were all infinitely smarter, braver, classier, understanding and more creative than our straight brethren. That rosy notion was quickly dispelled. Rather than finding love, the only thing I ever found through the internet was a moderately good blow job. If I hadn't met Froggie, my boyfriend, through Gay.com, I would be disavowing it completely in this very paragraph.
Most other Miis will be rather annoying, I'm betting. As well as insistent, asinine, unskilled and tedious. Reggie's "masses" will be rather unwashed, and perhaps my Mii will befriend one (or five, if I'm lucky) and mostly find himself playing alone in his channel sandbox, just as I did in elementary school.
Then again, maybe I'm just a little too cynical after 26 years of finding most people don't want to play the games I want to play. That's why I've been piling hours up in Ivalice, Final Fantasy XII.
RPG's are exactly what I need. Endless, satisfying collection. The quick sigh of relief one feels after completing a doozy of a fetch quest. And the characters, oh the characters. In Final Fantasy XII, each of the six main characters is so heroic, so sexy, that you could possibly never need to leave the house again. Vaan, blond and twinky and searching for freedom. Basch, scruffy and scarred, moving stoutly forward. Balthier the sky pirate, flirtatiously debonair in his tight leather pants. I'll even include the girls, a cast of three that even I find irresistible.
These are the Miis for me. Enclosed, written, designed to be sexy. There's no discrepancy between the photo and the actual person here... it's all been programmed. What you see is what you get. I game to get away from the uncertainties and hassles of life, and I find gaming's increasing connectibility a little threatening. I did play the online FFXI for a few months, loving everything except being forced to play with the other dunderheads also online. In all the hours spent in that online world, I made one real friend, an FTM who went by the name of Zyrx and who lived in Pittsburgh. So, like in Vana'diel and Gay.com, can I count on batting 1 in several thousand in Wii-land?
Maybe that's not so bad.
Nintendo is saying that the Wii is called such because of it's all-inclusive nature, and that "the name works best at the beginning of declarative statements."
Silly, but I guess I can live with that. As I learned in high school, being the loner wasn't as cool as it seemed. Wii is your parent, begging you to go outside because its a sunny day. FF XII is that journal of poetry you kept hidden under your gay porno videos in your dresser drawer.
Maybe I can find room for both?
posted by themerrygo at 10:50 PM
3 Comments:
I feel stupid, what are Wii and Mii?
umm... the Nintendo Wii? New console coming out this month? And I describe what the Miis are... :P
Couldn't you?
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