I've played Fallout 2 and most of the various mods a great many times indeed. My very most memorable, engaging, and enjoyable game of Fallout 2 ever was a Megamod game, wherein I role-played a female Chosen One. For most of that game, my player-character did indeed feel spiteful towards the Arroyans-- but in the end, after seeing all the miseries the Wasteland had to offer, she decided there are far worse places in the world than a primitive tribal village despite any concomitant rustic sensibilities expressed by its inhabitants.
Regardless of lujo's sentiments, lujo's tone is entirely offensive-- clearly, because lujo quite deliberately means to offend. He's the worst sort of ideologue, believing those who disagree with him are not simply wrong-- he believes those who disagree with him are morally defective human beings, and his holy duty is to brain-wash, er, educate such folks.
lujo doesn't argue "The New Vision mod is poorly designed to facilitate a satisfactory role-playing experience as it arbitrarily restricts the player's freedom to pursue his own vision of the player-character." Instead, lujo shrieks "This is morally wrong! I'm offended! Not only that, but I've decided on behalf of everyone that nobody should be allowed to see these ideas I've decided are evil! Change it now!" lujo apparently feels strongly that any instance of an opinion contrary to his political ideology must not merely be squashed but prevented from ever occuring in the future. After all, the very title of lujo's thread is in fact the admonition: "Megamod feedback - I'm mortified at the sexism."
Mr. Orwell outlined this approach and its inevitable results rather well some years ago:
George Orwell said:
Syme bit off another fragment of the dark-coloured bread, chewed it briefly, and went on:
'Don't you see that the whole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the range of thought? In the end we shall make thoughtcrime literally impossible, because there will be no words in which to express it. Every concept that can ever be needed, will be expressed by exactly one word, with its meaning rigidly defined and all its subsidiary meanings rubbed out and forgotten. Already, in the Eleventh Edition, we're not far from that point. But the process will still be continuing long after you and I are dead. Every year fewer and fewer words, and the range of consciousness always a little smaller. Even now, of course, there's no reason or excuse for committing thoughtcrime. It's merely a question of self-discipline, reality-control.
But in the end there won't be any need even for that. The Revolution will be complete when the language is perfect. Newspeak is Ingsoc and Ingsoc is Newspeak,' he added with a sort of mystical satisfaction. 'Has it ever occurred to you, Winston, that by the year 2050, at the very latest, not a single human being will be alive who could understand such a conversation as we are having now?'
I say to lujo: how dare you. I'll decide what's suitable for perusal in my own imagination, and I'll not afford you any say whatsoever in the matter.
All of us, including lujo, have in these cases of some content we find objectionable two sensible options:
1) Don't play.
2) Roll your own.
lujo is free to learn the modding ropes just like anyone else and make whatever sort of version of the game he wants, in which case I would be free to ignore his work. A cursory inspection of lujo's language, however, makes clear this isn't
really what he wants at all... he wants his "Bourgeois YET OF COURSE Fashionably Leftist" version of the game to be the only version available for everyone. Again I say, how dare you.
The really sad part of this whole affair is that while lujo's self-righteous tone and presumptuous attitude are repugnant, I in fact agree with the component of his sentiment arguing New Vision and a number of other Russian mods take an offensively juvenile tone in regard to female player-characters that is detrimental to role-playing. I believe that since most of us will agree that
facilitating a role-playing experience to rival even a well-run table-top game with live participants is the primary virtue of Fallout and Fallout 2, this aspect of New Vision et. al. is unfortunate and misguided. For example, consider Oblivion Lost-- if the player selects a female player-character, his character explodes at the start of the game as apparent "punishment" for being "silly enough" to choose a female player-character. Merely installing that mod took me longer than I spent playing before I shortly thereafter deleted the whole fileset from my HDD.
A sound critique of these themes, then, consists in consideration of the notion that games should be fun. In the context of FO/FO2, the consensus of players over time has concluded that these games are fun because they maximize the player's freedom to pursue any particular playthrough according to his own interests and maximize the player's freedom to develop a player-character protagonist of his own conception. If a theme or game mechanic interferes with these pursuits, then we can conclude the result is a lousy FO/FO2 game or mod.
Hence though hard-boiled realism in regard to those innate and biological differences betwixt the sexes that directly contribute to the social structure of any primitive society-- including in a post-apocalyptic wasteland representing a disintegration of civilization-- may be an interesting theme to explore in literature or cinema, accomodations must be made in an interactive game whose purpose is to facilitate maximum entertainment of the player. If any particular game fails to provide such accomodations in a satisfactory way, we again reach the terminus:
1) Don't play.
2) Roll your own.
As for lujo's political ideology, which is easily deduced from his numerous repetitive comments: for the record, I find his ideology vapid and objectionable. Nonetheless, unlike lujo I won't offer arguments on the matter, I won't insist he agree that I might even legitimately hold such a view much less insist that he agree with any propositions I might express, and I would certainly not even consider as "arguments" propositions lujo seems intent on offering, such as: "But surely you must agree with me, because otherwise you're a brutish chauvanist FIEND!" and "I'm going to keep repeating my mantra until I shout down all opposition!" In other words, I respect lujo's right to hold my opinions as offensive as I hold his.
In other words, let's not grow distracted here-- though lujo may now take a different tack and attempt to derail criticism by seeking to argue the merits of his ideology or the deficiency of any opposing ideology, he has initiated this discussion for the single purpose of demanding (rather stridently, in fact) not debate of ideas but simple censorship that precludes any debate. Silence, rather than discussion, is the demand presented by lujo; hopefully others won't take his bait and be drawn into extraneous matters. This discussion in fact has little or nothing to do with the New Vision mod or MIB88's approach to gathering (rather than filtering) other mods for use in the Megamod.
In closing, for a better insight into what lujo means when he says
lujo said:
...find a feminst and tell her you are sorry you're a guy.
we find again that Mr. Orwell summarized the motivating and underlying principle of all such talk some time ago:
George Orwell said:
O'Brien smiled slightly. 'You are a flaw in the pattern, Winston. You are a stain that must be wiped out. Did I not tell you just now that we are different from the persecutors of the past? We are not content with negative obedience, nor even with the most abject submission. When finally you surrender to us, it must be of your own free will. We do not destroy the heretic because he resists us: so long as he resists us we never destroy him. We convert him, we capture his inner mind, we reshape him. We burn all evil and all illusion out of him; we bring him over to our side, not in appearance, but genuinely, heart and soul. We make him one of ourselves before we kill him. It is intolerable to us that an erroneous thought should exist anywhere in the world, however secret and powerless it may be. Even in the instant of death we cannot permit any deviation. In the old days the heretic walked to the stake still a heretic, proclaiming his heresy, exulting in it. Even the victim of the Russian purges could carry rebellion locked up in his skull as he walked down the passage waiting for the bullet. But we make the brain perfect before we blow it
out.