In Praise of Lando

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool.

– T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J Alfred Proofrock

Middle age is a crushing thing.

When you hit 45 (which, for the sake of feeling good about my prospects, I’m going to call middle age), you inevitably spend time looking back on your life. Assessing things. And then you feel like a self-absorbed prick for a while, and you move on.

But the tapes that I replay in my head suggest that this should be the time when I’ve figured it all out. As a young male, I learned about the grown-up world from infallible sources: Spider Man and Sgt. Rock, Angus Young and John Hughes. According to them, all I have to do is work really hard, and it will all work out. I’ll be famous and rich and get the girl of my dreams. Things will be swell.

A young man believes these things.

Unfortunately, life has a way of creeping in between the Technicolor rock & roll fantasies and reality. The heroes of youth — Halo’s anonymous testosterone junkie Master Chief, for instance — don’t match with the man I’ve become. Who exactly do I want to be?

“You coming to bed?” asks Jess. It’s not her “come hither” voice. There’s neither the promise of carnal pleasure nor any criticism for a denial.

“Nope. Wide awake.” It’s only a partial lie. I’ve had a martini and a long day, so while I’m not actually wide awake, neither am I ready to head into a dark room, read on my iPad for 20 minutes and restart the cycle 7 hours later. She heads upstairs, and I think about a game to play, scrolling through the endless list of half-finished “big games.”

So many stories.

I love stories. I love being Jack in Rapture, Shepard on the Normandy, or even Link wandering Hyrule. For as long as I’ve been a gamer, there have been two, and really only two reasons I love games. There’s the intellectual part of me that loves the challenge. I love figuring out how to optimize my World of Warcraft build, or my League of Legends loadout, or my strategy for finally getting a diplomatic victory out of Civ V.

And then there are the stories. The best games meld the two, but I can overlook a long list of game-design sins if I can genuinely connect with a character. For decades, it was about the heroes: I grew up wanting to be Luke Skywalker, and then, as I got a bit more cynical, Han Solo.

But I’ve only recently realized that the missing hero in my games is neither the scoundrel with a heart of gold, or that young desert boy on a path to greatness. It’s Lando.

Lando Calrissian. The guy who graduated from his smuggling days to take on the responsibility of an entire city, and was willing to make deals with the devil in order to protect it.

But perhaps even more, it’s Walt “Heisenberg” White, the 50-something, effete, intellectual, meth-making protagonist of Breaking Bad.

There’s no need for spoilers here; it’s clear from nearly the first ten minutes of Breaking Bad that Walter White is, essentially, me. He’s the smart, middle class, middle-aged white guy who did everything right — and still got f*cked.

Not badly. Neither Walt or I are on the street, unable to support our families. There are, truth be told, vast panoramas of people far, far worse off than we are.

But we were lied to. We grew up in a world which laid out a pattern for us. A “Corwin-in-Amber” level maze traced on the ground that, if we’d just keep walking it, would lead us towards privileged white-guy heaven, a place of peace and prosperity.

But it turns out the world doesn’t work that way. The middle-aged-white-guy life from ‘80s TV sitcoms and movies doesn’t actually exist. Instead, we live in a real world, where the line between prosperity and destitution can be as thin as the bankruptcy of Lehman Brothers or a factory closure.

I’m not asking for pity, honestly. I’m blessed. But like the working people of every class, and every generation everywhere, I turn to the Penny Dreadful of my age for solace when the sh*t hits the fan. And for me, that care-worn book has, more often than not, been a game.

So as I look down this pile of games, this cornucopia of slavishly created entertainments from some of the most imaginative people of my generation, I’m saddened to see a decided lack of Walter White in the mix.

In the grey dark loneliness of Middle America, what’s missing isn’t another regurgitation of idealized humans on the hero’s journey. It’s a connection. The heroes of my other-worlds seem to have become more and more polarized in the past few years. Yes, there are still nuances, still plenty of “your choices matter” type ambiguity with room for interpretation.

Mass Effect, for instance. What bothered me most about playing Mass Effect wasn’t the false-choices of the endings, but how removed I felt from Shepard’s own experience. I’ve led virtual teams of caricatures in and out of battle a thousand times by now. But none of those Commanders had ever changed a diaper or sat through a boring meeting on marketing strategy. Shepard was no different.

Even more frustrating than the cardboard heroism of a future soldier is the timeless crutch of amnesia. As a writer, I get the attraction. If you’re going to write from the first person, having your protagonist know nothing at the start of your story is a fantastic way to introduce a strange new world, and flow in characters and past lives at will. But it doesn’t do much to make me actually connect to that poor, amnesiac bastard. At least BioShock had the common decency to make the whole trope of found-agency-in-amnesia the punch line of a cruel joke.

As for the countless games that let me build up from nothing — starting as a child in a Peter Molyneux fable or clicking through “background” screens in an RPG — these leave me hollow too. For while I make these stories mine, they are pure escapism, and thus poor teachers. When I was twelve and playing “Torganar the Brave” in a D&D campaign run by stoned theater hippies down the street, I reveled in the stout axe-wielder’s heroic deeds simply because my own life was already a blank slate.

But I’m not a tabula rasa any more. I’m a grown-ass man. I have baggage. I’ve changed the diapers and sat through the meetings. I’ve made the grown-up choices to not buy the electric guitar, not upset the boss, not take off on a vacation I can’t afford. I’ve made the all-too-adult choices to pay the mortgage, do the job, console the snot-nosed, feverish child and roll the garbage can down the driveway in the darkness of a frozen February morning.

These choices may not be noble, but they’re at least, I hope, the quiet, subtle choices that separate me from the true assholes of the world. And they are, always, my starting point for any character I’m going to explore.

How can they not be?

I’m not suggesting that I long to actually play as Charles Bukowski or Tom Waits or Walter Mitty in a game. I don’t want to play at being bitter and angry, grizzled by the world and its realities. What I want is a path. What I’m asking for is an actual answer. Where are the characters that take who I am today toward something more righteous? For every 12 year old inspired by Luke Skywalker to be better than they think they can be, there’s a 45 year old middle-class father of two wondering where it all goes from here, wondering if there was more than a little nobility in Lando’s loyalty to Cloud City, in Walt’s descent into the dark.

Perhaps I’ll just have to settle for being Ethan Mars from Heavy Rain, wandering through the train station, yelling “Jason!?” after a lost youth?


Note: Actor Graham Rowat does a reading of this piece on the Gamers With Jobs Conference Call, Episode 307. He starts the reading about 37 minutes in.


OK, I was looking for inspiring game ideas and you just started a train of thought...

Loved the reading of this on this week's podcast - although I kept hearing it in Julian's voice in the back of my head....

On the nose, Julian. Well done.

I'm only 24, but with a son due in 3 months, I've been thinking a lot lately. Thanks for making this front page worthwhile.

Very nice article, Julian. Kudos.

I know I've said this before, Julian, but you really, really need to play Catherine.

that was great, someone has to upload the segment on the podcast to youtube, so I can send the link to some friends


Marcus Aurelius

The former is good for motivation. The latter should be required reading for all men.

Well spoken, sir. May we find our answers.

It's articles such as these that keep me coming back to this site, the podcast and the forums. Thoughts, ideas, and people that are so much like myself it's uncanny.

Thanks for the great words.

I like it. And I'll second Minarchist only because I realize Catherine might be one of those games I should turn into a regular tradition.

Wonderful article. But if you get busted for slinging crystal meth in your neighborhood, I think this can be used as evidence.

Although I'm not an active member here I had to login to say I thought the reading on this weeks podcast was fantastic, in a strange way it reminded me of the song 'Everybody's Free To Wear Sunscreen'

Keep up the good work guys.

Brilliant Julian!

Did you lift the lid and peak into my life? I think it's safe to assume there are many that share your sentiment even if we lack the skill to articulate it so well.

I have to believe that growing older gracefully in spite of not attaining fame or fortune is a hard but noble thing to do.

I really have to... lol

I enjoyed the piece. Was it written with the intention of being read aloud?

Really great job on this. I wish that games could take the perspective of not only middle-aged, relatively well-off, white dudes dealing with mundane jobs and the false promises of the "American dream," but every sector of society. We need more diverse heroes and heroines in our games from every demographic. The Walking Dead is a great example of where games should be headed. I can't say I've played any character before that was a black man, accused of murder, dealing with racism (real or perceived).

Excellent piece!

Lando does eventually become a general for the Rebellion, and helps destroy the Death Star, so perhaps there is a more traditional heroic hope for us after all?

RoutineMachine wrote:

I enjoyed the piece. Was it written with the intention of being read aloud?

Nope. It was a draft for the front page first.

Really fantastic, great job Rabbit.

Extremely well done - and I feel much the same way even though I'm still in my 30s for the next couple years. What's strange for me is not so much that I feel bad for not being a runaway financial or cultural success, but rather that maybe I'm not dedicating myself enough to improving the world.

As far as gaming protaganists go, I agree with you that I want a Walter White-style character who starts off all milquetoast and turns into Scarface. I'd also love to play an older character who should have since long retired but wants to go out in a blaze of glory.

I thoroughly enjoyed this, thanks for sharing it and an excellent reading on the podcast. This is why this is becoming my favorite podcast I listen to during the week. Thanks

So say we all.

It is reassuring to know that at 45 you still haven't figured things out.

Awesome piece! I'll admit I didn't know what to expect but this exceeded all my expectations, thoroughly enjoyed the reading and the excellent musings of a middle aged gamer. Only 5 more years for me to hit where you are currently.

As a 44-year old, middle class, father of two, this resonated for me big time.

I thought about it again this morning playing Episode 3 of The Walking Dead. I remember Julian mentioning on the podcast awhile back that he'd be damned if anything was going to happen to Clementine on his watch. I think that's a perfect example.

Great piece.

Michael Zenke wrote:

So say we all.


Thanks to GioClark for pointing me to this article, and to Rabbit for such a well put thought.

I tend to glaze over the front page and go to my recents, but really was spot on.

Great read.

I think the escapism of being Commander Shepard has as much to do with the grandiosity of his tale as it does the incredible simplicity of his inner life. Whatever the decision, he never doubts himself for a moment. The Walking dead is a painful experience partly because Lee comes off as wracked by self doubt and indecision. Because of this characterization sitting there trying to make a dialogue choice in the Walking Dead has a very different feel than it does in Mass Effect. In Mass Effect, you know you're right, because you're a winner. In the Walking Dead, you know you're going to lose... it's more about how long you ca play the game before it's over. One of these is more like real life.

We're not going to be Commander Shepard, ever. A real Commander Shepard would most likely retire with a head injury and PTSD. Recognizing that fact is important if we're ever going to reach a level of satisfaction with our lives.

And I would totally play a Tom Waits video game.

Great column. I would also love to try playing a character of the sort you described. And I think playing a game as an old man who is trying to find some closure in life could be fantastic. I'm thinking something with a narrative like Up.

Amazing...resonated so much with me as I examine my life upon growing older. Graham Rowat's reading is spine chilling as well!