That really should be a minor slight. It’s not you, Roguebook, it’s me - but also it’s definitely you, a bit. Same goes for all the other videogames. We’re in the same conceptual territory as min-maxing, where you turn your RPG character into a boringly-good damage dealer who can evaporate anyone they look at, but never uses that interesting-but-suboptimal polymorph spell. You wind up sacrificing novelty for efficiency, levelling up your spinning hammer attack until every NPC looks like a nail. Min-maxing is just one example of the broader phenomenon, though, where the optimal way to play isn’t necessarily the best way to have fun, but nevertheless proves irresistible. I get befuddled by this all the time. Roguebook is a textbook befuddler. After your first win, you start climbing up difficulty levels. They’re similar to Slay The Spire’s Ascension ranks or Monster Train’s Covenant ranks, except cleverer because you get some say in how to make life harder for yourself. You unlock more modifiers each time you beat the game, over and over again until you reach the very biggest difficulty number, which is when you get to pat yourself on the back and question your life choices. It’s a good system. Roguebook’s modifiers tend to twist the game into more varied shapes than either the Spire’s or the Train’s, forcing you to mix up your strategies and take different approaches. There’s one that fiddles with a core way of exploring each map, and another that turns the backmost goon in every fight into a stealthy bastard you can’t attack. The one that’s broken me hikes up shop prices by 60%, but more than makes up for it by spawning those aforementioned obscenely wealthy fairies. If you’re trying to climb up the ranks while giving yourself the best possible chance at victory, it’s a no-brainer. It sucks. Using it means you’ve got to spend a good chunk of every game hunting down the rich and wailing on ‘em before they can flee, just mindlessly lining up your highest damage cards. I still felt compelled to beat up fairies for several runs in a row, though, because it was so lucrative. A system that was meant to inject variety actually railroaded me into repetitive non-fights that led to me quitting completely. I can hear you screaming at me to just get over myself. Picking different modifiers really shouldn’t be such a big deal, but it would mean making a hard task even harder, and I can’t bring myself to do that. I think part of the dilemma lies in how I’ve instinctively framed the problem: climbing up ranks in Spire-likes does often feel like a task, and this highlights its nature as a self-inflicted one I can choose to step away from. Roguelike deckbuilders can be fantastic, don’t get me wrong, but playing the same one beyond a certain point feels like plugging yourself into a flowchart. They place you in a comfortably automatic mode of thinking where the comfort is dependent on you not clocking the extent to which you’re on autopilot, and knowing I’m playing non-optimally is enough to break the spell. A similar problem has reared its head in Chivalry 2, though here I have found a way of partially chopping that head off rather than running away like a bourgeois fae. Chivalry 2 is an excellent game about being a big bloke with a sword on a big multiplayer medieval battlefield. The problem is that some of the sword blokes play in third-person, which is an objectively superior way of murdering. Situational awareness is paramount, so being able to see everyone around you confers an undeniable advantage compared to limiting your field of vision to your pathetic human eyeballs. First-person chopping is far more fun in one sense, with greater immersion bringing tension and excitement in its wake, but being chopped by people who used their magic floating cameras to see you coming is frustrating. What do? The compromise I’ve come to is to swap perspective each time I die, which gives me the best and worst of both worlds. I’d much prefer it if third-person wasn’t an option for anyone, but I’ve had to settle for giving myself a handicap 50% of the time. I can’t think of another competitive multiplayer game where I’m willing to make that sort of sacrifice, and doing it at all is testament to both a degree of personal growth and just how fine that first-person chopping really feels. You might be immune from this curse, or it might be something you encounter all the goddamn time. Maybe you can’t stop using an overpowered sniper-rifle, or exploiting a particular weakness of a sloppy AI. Maybe you can’t stop yourself from always prioritising science in Civilization. It’s a curse that crops up whenever there’s a collision between something you suspect might be interesting and something you know to be good. I don’t really have a good answer for how to deal with it, beyond a vague imperative to “chill”. Problem is, that will never silence the niggling voice in my ear, whispering about how I could have fairy blood on my hands and fairy gold in my pockets. Optimal game design might require optimal and interesting decisions to coalesce, but it seems wrong to offload all that responsibility on developers. I know it’s a matter of mindset. At the end of the day, though, choosing not to care about something is no simple thing - no matter what you’re talking about.
