Emotional Response

The following post contains a spoiler for the ending of Fable 2.  You have been warned, and will be warned once more before the spoiler begins.

I finished the main story of Fable 2 last night, and I found the ending to be quite satisfying.  I was a little uncertain about the game when I first started playing it, but as the story progressed and my character grew stronger, it definitely pulled me in.  I played through the game as a goody two-shoes and I’m strongly considering going back through the game as evil incarnate.  I have to really like a game to play it a second time, so there’s obviously something there.

The games that I tend to remember long after I’ve finished playing them are the ones that develop some sort of emotional connection with me.  Be it a sense of awe at the world of The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind, the story of the Baldur’s Gate games, or the sense of dread I felt as I headed into the west in Might and Magic VI: The Mandate of Heaven.

My emotional connection in Fable 2 came in the form of a dog; my faithful companion.  The whole pet thing in Peter Molyneux’s other game, Black and White, felt very gimmicky to me, and I couldn’t have cared less about it.  But the Fable 2 dog worked well.  It felt very much like an extension of my character.  My character also had a wife and child, but honestly, I couldn’t have cared less about them.  I’m interested to see how the dog looks/reacts on my second play through when I go evil.

Any readers that don’t want to know how certain things play out at the end of Fable 2 should stop reading now.  I’m sorry, but you won’t have a tidy little ending to the post; just suffice it to say that Fable 2 is definitely worth checking out.

Spoilers:

After going through the spire the first time, I actually smiled when my character was reunited with my dog.  I couldn’t help it.  Then at the end, when my dog jumped in front of the bullet meant for my character’s head I actually said out loud to my TV, “you son of a bitch, you just shot my dog!”.  This, after Lucien just revealed to me that he had murdered my wife and child.  For them, I was completely indifferent; I just thought, “whatever”.  But my dog.  That bastard just killed my dog.

At the very end, the tables turned with my gun now pointed at Lucien, I didn’t even let him finish his speech.  I just shot him the face.  “That was for killing my dog.”  Finally, when given the final choice to either save the thousands of lives that Lucien destroyed, or resurrect my family and dog, I went for the latter.  Not because of my virtual wife and child however.  I just wanted my dog back.

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