I convinced my fifty-something father to finally sit down and play a
video game by having him play the intro to Inquisition, to which his
reaction was both hilarious and amazing–like introducing a kid to Harry
Potter or Star Wars for the first time.
He was absolutely awed at the graphics, the massiveness of the game, the
story-line, the acting, the ‘living movie’ aspect of it…. And then,
somewhere around trying to hunt rams in the Hinterlands, it crashed his
I suggested starting at the beginning instead, since Origins is much less graphics-heavy than Inquisition, and he’s now hooked. It’s the best thing ever to make jokes about Alistair’s love of cheese and have my father laugh along with. I haven’t told him yet, but I plan on buying him a shinier computer when he finishes DA2 so we can curse Egg Head’s name to the wind together as a family.
Dragon Age is the best. :D