There is a very prolific narrative that the 90s and 2000s were the golden age of gaming.
"Return to form" or "going back to our roots" or any variation of "it's gonna be like the old ones" is an attempt to appeal to that narrative by saying that they understand it and are trying to make a game like those of that era.

This is a lie, of course. The games of that era were that way because of a combination of small teams, clear vision, minimal corporate/committee meddling, technical limitations, and much smaller budgets.
Games being made today share absolutely none of the development circumstances that made those old games the way they were.

>>24629900
Fair enough, I was happy to chat about themes and tropes I could relate it to.

>>24629903
Ah, yup. That makes sense. I am really having a kid. And I really believe these things. And I do view my child as a project. And I dont particularly care about sharing because I'm rigorous in the basis of my understanding. This is sincerity because I've lived a tough life and have a clear understanding of my role, I dont care about the spotlight at all since I'm anonymous, and I have no obligation to curate the tone of my earnest opinions for you. It's not a manifesto, I responded as people asked me particular questions, and I have a coherent framework for everything.

But what you fail to grasp is I worked for the ministry of education; specifically with children who have disabilities. I mentor troubled young people all the time, the kind who wind up in jail for selling drugs and stabbing someone. I put a great deal of effort into helping the. develop when no one else cares. My father is an obsessive driven overly emotional complex sort of guy with imposter syndrome who just missed the olympics and lived vicariously through me until I collapsed under the weight of expectations. My mother is a cold calculated precise woman who worked as an executive in a high pressure field and had a tough time with the situation. And you seem to think I'm doing the same thing my parents did to me; frankensteining a human into an ideological box. Couldnt be further from the truth.

The reality is, I believe in an adaptable humanistic philosophy. The outcomes I want will be nurtured, not forced, and I understand I have limited capacity. My obligation is to make sure my kid is capable of dealing with the harsh, arbitrary nature of reality, willing to get up when knocked down, and is willing to work hard to get what they want. Just because I insulted faggots and your sensibilities were offended has nothing to do with me or the reality at hand, and a cold honest truth is better than 10,000 mawkish lies.

there is no other choice.