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The burden of ideals and becoming you`r best possible self - Inspecting the themes of Horizon: Forbidden West

Horizon: Forbidden West continues and expands upon the world and story set in the first Horizon-game. The central thematic thread that runs trough the main story in Forbidden West, is connected to the protagonist Aloy and another major character, Beta. Both Aloy and Beta are clones of Elisabeth Sobeck, a genius scientist that spearheaded the Zero Dawn project, which brought life back to Earth after the Faro Swarm devoured the biosphere. As both characters are clones of Elisabeth, they are the inheritors of her legacy and dreams. It is this relationship to their their progenitor, that Forbidden West explores. How does it feel to be a clone of this respected scientist, that some people viewed as a saint? The game inspects Elisabeth as an ideal/hero, that some of the central characters, Aloy, Beta and Tilda, wish to either imitate or possess. Interestingly while Elisabeth indeed was a remarkable person, Forbidden West also dives deeper into her character and shows, that she too was a flawed individual like everyone else. Forbidden West also explores the possible pitfalls of following or trying to be an ideal or a hero, in a rigid fashion. How does that affect the person aspiring it, or how it affects the person`s views on others? What is the picture we paint of the person we put onto a pedestal? These are the questions that I will attempt to answer in this post.  

It began with a dream

A dream that Aloy recounts in the beginning of the game illustrates well, how she views Elisabeth and the relationship with her. In the dream Aloy is walking under a brilliant night sky, in a field of flowers. At the center of the field there is a tree where Aloy finds Elisabeth, inspecting her amulet. At the place where Elisabeth is sitting, a few rays of light are shining down upon her. Elisabeth wraps her amulet around Aloy and they hug warmly. Aloy explains how Elisabeth is the closest person to a mother that she never had, and that she feels whole with her. However the dream always ends the same way, the Blight corrupting everything.  

The dream communicates both verbally and visually, how Aloy views Elisabeth. The rays of light that are shinning down on Elisabeth make her look like a holy, saint-like figure. Elisabeth is a ray of hope within the darkness, but the light also illustrates how highly Aloy thinks of her. As Elisabeth wraps the globe pendant on Aloy, its symbolizes Aloy carrying Elisabeth`s legacy and dreams, the whole world on her shoulders.  Aloy seeing/portraying Elisabeth in such a high manner is not surprising, since Elisabeth Sobeck was not only a genius scientist, but a wonderful human being. Not only did she posses vast intelligence, but the emotional side of things was also important to her. That is why GAIA, the AI which governs Earth´s terraforming system, also had to care. She was supposed to be someone with emotions and an conscience. Thus this means Elisabeth is very human, and not only a calculating machine. 

However what is interesting that while the first game establishes Elisabeth as this prodigy who cared about all life, the sequel also brings up her flaws. This becomes evident during the main quest “Death`s Door”, where we see a discussion between Travis Tate and Elisabeth. Travis tries to engage Elisabeth in small, silly celebration of sorts, but she only continues to work. This prompts Travis to ask that if Elisabeth, a paragon and a near saint, had any friends or people close to her at all. 

Aloy who observes this recorded conversation tries to counter Travis´s statement by saying, that she cared about everyone. However Sylen´s interjects and says, that the path of the exceptional is one with solitude. Elisabeth`s final moments echo this statement and while she did a heroic deed, and managed to reach her home, she died alone. GAIA laments this fate.

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I found this old script from a while ago and i might adapt it into a comic after i finish a project im currently on, MY HEART ACHESSS 

made another one

Once again our paths converge. Welcome to this humble emporium of wares, named after one such commander of runes, dubbed the "dollar general." I stand as thy guide amidst these mundane treasures. I ask thee, what purpose bringeth thee to this realm of commerce today? And should thou be in need of aid, callest upon me with thine inquiries.

part of what delights me about the goncharov joke is the inconsistencies. because it’s not an actual movie, different people are imagining different versions of it. some posts claim katya dies, others claim she fakes her death and survives. some ppl say there was real passion between goncharov and katya, others say it was a loveless marriage. the outlines of the film are the same, but the details are different. i like to think that they’re all true. somehow, impossibly, everyone’s posts are accurate, even when they directly contradict each other. goncharov is large, it contains multitudes. 

GONCHAROV (1973) dir. Martin Scorsese

“It funny because for many years people thought Goncharov was the main antagonist of the film, after all, he’s the one everyone’s out to get, right? But it seems people are starting to understand that in actual fact, it is time that is the main adversary in this story. There’s never enough of it and that torments a lot of characters, especially Goncharov, because he’s fighting so desperately to find his place in a world that is so keen on keeping him ostracized.”

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Y’know, after a certain amount of rent-lowering gunshots, it starts just being a dangerous neighborhood.

You are the villain’s right hand man and you are the true power behind their criminal empire. The villain would never have achieved their status as a super villain without you, so when the hero finally arrested the villain, nothing actually changed.

A Snowy Day in Liurnia

“Mother says you’re not to be trusted,” the young girl said, twirling a finger in her red locks. The woman laughed, her large hat flopping about strangely in the girl’s eyes. It made her smile in spite of her uncertainty. The crone knelt down somewhat to meet her gaze, cold blue eyes crowning a warm smile.

“Thine mother speaks true, my dear. Trust is a thing earned, not given. Though, in time will thou too grant it?” She said, as a weathered hand reached out and pat her head, softly. The girl stepped aback, not in fright but surprise. The woman’s touch was frigid as ice. It was true then. She really was the snow witch.

“…are you the reason why it’s snowing now? The manor’s never seen a blizzard before…” the young Ranni asked, taking steps forward again. The snow witch smiled further, a spark of mischief to her grin now. 

“Tis not easy to get the attention of the Carians, dear. A full moon oft outshines a dark one, after all.” She let out a laugh, shrill as the icicles hanging from the manor’s eaves. Ranni smiled, laughing too. How had this stranger crept inside the castle’s walls though? Rennala and Radagon were vigilant as any since the war had ended, but a snowfall had drawn the attention to the now frozen lake beyond the walls and the Academy. 

A fog had crept in that morning, and with it, a stooped figure tending to the trees in the small groves tucked away in the Carian Manor. Ranni had ran out to explore the growing drifts, but had found the curious figure plucking snowflakes from the air as one might take fruit hanging from a branch. 

“Tis a good omen though, young mistress,” the hag said, finally putting away her little game. An omen indeed, a guiding light of the moon had brought her here, and the one to answer the call had surprised her further. The daughter of Rennala and Radagon themselves would be her student. 

“An… Omen?” the girl stepped back, fear tinging her voice. The snow witch merely laughed again, this time loudly and the snow gathering around them seemed to sparkle with each note of her voice.

“Oh, mine apologies dearest, tis not what I meant. A sign. A very good, sign. Thou art steeped in sorcery, thy blood calls out to it and it responds. Thine path is bright, perhaps brighter than most,” she stooped down again, this time resting fully on her heels. The odd down garb sparkled like starlight in the grove, bringing the young Ranni closer still. 

“…if you… really think so. The Academy teaches sorcery…” was all she could manage to say. The snow witch tilted her head at that, her smile going from one of mischief to something dark and bitter, as a sour taste received when sweetness was expected. She relaxed however, recalling her purpose here.

“The Academy is most equipped to turn lesser minds into vessels, ready to receive instruction from thy mother and her students. Thou, however, deserve something better than that. She will teach thou what she must, but I have a question for thee.” 

Ranni looked up as the snow witch stood, her cold, blue eyes almost glowing in the shadow of her strange hat.

“What is it?” she squeaked, feeling a tinge of fear. The hag shut her eyes, smiling that softer smile again. She tilted her head before extending a hand.

“I can teach thee not of Glintstone, but of ice and cold. Of the chill of night and starlight.” She whispered, lowering herself once more to meet Ranni’s gaze evenly. The young child furrowed her brows, a hand brushing damp bangs back from the wetness of the snowfall. 

“A chill night? It’s so cold now though!” she complained, folding her arms and pouting. The witch giggled at that. She was indeed the perfect student. 

‘Oh young Ranni, thou shalt learn beautifully,’ the snow witch thought.