Or doesn’t work, as the case may be.

I’ve been working my way through The Witcher 2 of late. Normally I fall more towards the ray guns and robots side of the sci-fi/fantasy divide (hence this webcomic), but there’s something really endearing about the world The Witcher builds. Not endearing in the same way, say, a kitten is endearing. Quite the opposite, in fact. It’s brutal, morally ambiguous, long on problems, short on answers, and completely obsessed with sex. Which is why it’s so endearing.

I love the weirdly grounded feel of it all. Stories with dragons and sorceresses so rarely (in my experience) also include musings on the morality of elven terrorism, or feature angry dwarves calling one another “sheep-fucking shit eaters.” The Witcher has none of that Tolkien etherealness that casts Heroes and Villians more as icons than people. It’s the sort of world where you wouldn’t just see someone step in a pile of horseshit, you’d expect it. And I appreciate that.

Basically, what I’m saying is that The Lord of the Rings could have stood to had a few more dick jokes in it. A person can only stand so much Tom Bombadil, y’know?