Hollow Knight: Silksong is confirmation that I’ve become a gaming boomer

This time I can’t claim ignorance.

Having played the original Hollow Knight I knew what I was in for. Some piss-boiling boss fights, levels festooned with unforgiving environments – vindictively so, reminiscent of Trap Adventure – and irritating enemies, with hours of extremely rewarding exploration which steadily reveals a diverse world. All the while being carried along by an engaging quest.

While the original Hollow Knight did have its fair share of aerial maneuvering, The Path of Pain being one memorable example, Silksong makes ascending, while avoiding pratfalls and engaging enemies at the same time, the central characteristic of the narrative and gameplay.

My inability to consistently master the timed jumping mechanics has left me wallowing in self-pity. Is it time to accept that I’m no longer capable of such consistency? Have I become too obstinate to sequester the necessary concentration on the task at hand? Yes and yes, but my first reaction was spiteful. Essentially, while playing Silksong I become a disgusting boomer – conceited, belligerent and resentful at my younger self and all younger people for not being their age and having their reflexes. If I can’t have a clean run through Sinner’s Road, without falling in the maggot water or getting my health eroded by those fucking roach thingys, then fuck you. I’ll perpetually vote for neo-liberalist house price bubbles to make sure you can’t afford a mortgage. If you do manage to finagle one, the debt and interest will be so punitive that it makes you live on Tesco sausage rolls for forty years. No more avocado on chibatta toast and £5 Starbucks lattes for you!

Not content with making me contend with jumping to my death often, some sodding bosses are accompanied by a companion or companions. Normally it’s a little cockmonkey (figuratively, not literally), usually of the flying variety, who, with a smug orgasm, sneakily back shots you right at the moment while you’re attempting to retore your health or looking to focus on dealing with the main geezer. Halflight Spear of The Church from Dark Souls 3 and Elden Ring’s Godskin Duo are clearly inspirations for the Skarrgard and his sidekick, who I want to drop kick, in Hunter’s Marsh. I say this because everyone who plays Silksong will have likely played Dark Souls 3 and Elden Ring. All belong to the challenging labyrinth games genre, and I strongly suspect that the developers are using this ploy as a conduit for revenge from having suffered through the many ordeals Miyazaki created.

The inability to develop any degree of Silksong expertise, even with fifty hours played, has brought forth a dire realization. Yes, Silksong’s most demoralising aspect is not being mediocre at it, it’s placed me vis-à-vis with the contradictions of cognitive decay and my failure to grapple with them constructively. Unlike the physical decay, there’s a temporal contradiction with cognitive decline, which can cushion the blow and help construct a delusion that it isn’t so pronounced. The longer you live, the more knowledge you acquire, but what is eroded is the ability to retain as much new information. More attempts are required for my brain to instruct my muscles with the correct sequencing of controls on the gamepad, particularly at speed. And if there’s a gap between gaming sessions, on occasion this is severely compromised. Getting to the top section in Craw Lake took me an hour after a week of not playing. I simply couldn’t repeat the timing execution to bounce upwards using the inflatable balloons. This wasn’t helped by those bastard bird enemies hounding me.

Rage quitting at any age is pitiful and is for losers, and a complete non-starter when in your mid-forties. I have bills to pay with no grift to pay them. Those compilations of twenty-something Twitch streamers performatively smashing up keyboards, monitors and throwing chairs is cringeworthy enough. Mostly, I worry for their sanity, because I’m here to tell them it’s only going to get more frustrating from here, unless they play easier games. Moments of ill-temper still come over me, but now it manifests in a pathetically weak sigh as I stare at my hands wondering how the sands of time have slipped through them.

I want to be more generous to my diminished self, and that my glacial gaming pace is me becoming more discerning in my old age. But it’s pure self-deception, a wanton delusion in the self-help hype that you’re inclined to savour things with age. No, the reality is my eyes get strained after two hours of gaming and that feeds into an impatient gaming style. Instead of whittling a boss down methodically, I want to swipe away, fast and crude. I’m chasing a phantom, an impossible standard that my younger self would wipe out a third of the bosses within two or three attempts. Now it takes the exasperation of successive emphatic failures before tactics and builds are re-considered, and God forbid I should need to learn to master a skill move comprehensively. Aging in gaming terms simply means it takes more time to achieve less. You’re nagged by a constant cost analysis – how much do I want to invest in mastering this? Can I at this age?

I would’ve enjoyed this game significantly more twenty-five years ago without being dogged by all this nonsense. The copious boss fights, the moreish combat, the collectables and that the game’s zones have been impeccably curated and interconnected, with a gothic aesthetic that is very easy on the eye. It’s been enjoyable enough, and that’s to its credit, but at times it’s made me yearn for something more forgiving, such as Black Myth Wukong. That game managed to be great without making me face my reality – that as a gamer, I’m a waste of increasingly sagging human skin, with a rudimentary day job that some A.I. gadget may soon render obsolete, so I may be doing more gaming in the future.

This makes Hollow Knight Silksong a fitting update on Logan’s Run. It’s too good for boomers and has a degree of sophistication that is beyond this forty-something. And I say right on. If us has-beens are going to game, we deserve to suffer the consequences of pursuing a youthful endeavor.

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Song Of The Day – Closer To Heaven (Extended Vocal Mix) by Leonie

From the single “Closer To Heaven” (1991)

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Song Of The Day – Alone (Sax Ambient) by Don Carlos

From the single “Alone” (1991)

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Fool me just once more? Sure, for old time’s sake.

Sadly, being ambivalent often achieves nothing. And I was completely disinterested in the upcoming Scottish elections.

Then serendipity intervened. On the same day as I received my postal vote, the Labour candidate came to my door. His pitch, wisely, was not centred on policy, because Labour don’t have any that you’d appreciate in Scotland. He emphatically informed me that the SNP candidate for my area lives in Giffnock, but he lived locally – to which I thought – who cares? Then he asked who I wouldn’t vote for. I reflexively answered Reform. Given he was putting the effort in going door to door I didn’t have the heart to tell him that Labour was another of the parties I wouldn’t be entertaining. It was drizzling, the wind was uncomfortably sharp and I had to get back to work, so I fobbed him off before coldly sticking his leaflet in the recycling bin after he was out of sight.

That he asked me who I wasn’t voting for was telling. That’s what the Scottish elections have become, and hence my apathy – it’s more about who and what you’re voting against, not for.

Staunch Unionists are served well here, as it’s anyone but the SNP and the Greens on the list ballot. Normally I would be envious of choice, but not when the variety is so disgusting – Tories, Labour, Liberal Democrats and the completely inept, racist and corrupt Reform UK.

Side note, here’s the list vote choices for Glasgow (including a few I hadn’t heard of): Alliance to Liberate Scotland, Independence for Scotland Party, Independent Green Voice, Reform UK, Scottish Christian Party, Scottish Common Party, Scottish Conservatives, Scottish Family Party (?), Scottish Greens, Scottish Labour, Scottish Liberal Democrats, The SNP, Scottish Socialist Party, UKIP, Workers Party of Britain and two independent candidates. Of this lot, the Greens are the only pro-independence offering likely to pick up enough votes to gain list seats.

But who cares about the voting preferences of the Unionists. If independence is your primary concern that’s where things are aggravatingly limited.

Here you’re faced, as a pro-independence voter, with the philosophical turmoil of rewarding the SNP, as the only pro-independence party on the ballot, for failing on the issue but possibly damaging the independence cause if you don’t vote for them. The accusations of the SNP kicking independence into the long grass not being a strategic one, but solely to retain their lavishly paid jobs for another five years is hard to refute. They’ve been the largest party in Holyrood since 2016, yet have done absolutely nothing to facilitate another referendum. Why will this time be different?

Polling might not be worth anything more than vibes and hypotheticals, but with support for independence consistently polling fifty percent or better, most people are clearly willing to consider the question again. Now is the time.

As for justifications, there’s plenty – a lot’s happened since September 2014 to change the calculus for Scots and the SNP; Brexit, the calamitous Boris Johnson being PM during Covid, never ending austerity Westminster governments and now we have the technocratic, morally bankrupt and insidiously corrupt Zionist Nu-Labour adults back in charge. That’s going great. Starmer probably won’t stammer on much longer. The pro-plutocratic Morgan McSweeney and the lord of darkness Peter Mandleson appeared to be Starmer’s handlers. Now they’re gone he’s flailing, sacking senior Civil Servants to cover his own disinterest in governance, and, worst of all, he doesn’t appear to stand for anything except economic stagnation.

So, what next? Reform UK are looming menacingly. They’re led by a populist charlatan and now populated by an imbecilic cohort of failed Tories. With dissatisfaction high among the public at perpetual austerity centrism they could easily form the next government in Westminster. Will this be good or bad for the cause of independence? Why take that risk? The omnishambles that is UK politics, and the diverging political outlooks north and south of the border, should create a sense of urgency for independence supporters and within the SNP to quickly find an out.

With all that you would assume that an SNP manifesto would centre on independence, given it’s why the party exists. Nope. Discouragingly the 2026 manifesto doesn’t mention the word until the fourth paragraph on the website header page. Even then it only talks of securing a referendum via an overall SNP majority. In the seventy-six-page manifesto it doesn’t outline how it will manifest a referendum. There’s page after page of grievance politics and bigging up their record in government, such as tackling the cost of living and the focus on renewable energy. But once again, the SNP would be able to govern far more effectively if they had all the powers, particularly over taxation and budgets, which they currently don’t.

Despite my cynicism and pessimism, like a sucker, I’m voting SNP on the constituency ballot and the Greens on the list. Voting SNP at this point is part Stockholm Syndrome, part Catch 22. You’re trapped. Think of it as a similar dilemma to that faced by Josef Fritzl’s kids, or where they technically his grandkids too? Little doubt they debated whether they should try to escape his basement. If you’ve lived in captivity all your life, escaping and giving the outside world a try can feel risky, even unwise, but remaining in a dungeon under his yoke is also a shitty outcome.

Perhaps a better, less grotesque analogy, is akin to the jilted wife with the philandering husband who keeps turning a blind eye to his misdeeds, no matter how brazenly he flaunts it in her face and humiliates her. Eventually she will succeed and endure because his prostate will not. It’s a question of time, and how long you need to wait. All we have left with the SNP is a faint hope that this time loyalty will be rewarded with an unexpected change of behaviour.

So, I make this promise, the timescale of my support for the SNP is the equivalent of a middle-aged prostate gland. Mine is this erection, sorry, election. After 2026, assuming they win a majority, if there’s no serious proposal for a referendum within that parliament term, I will no longer vote for them. Rewarding their failure simply cannot continue, but given the dismal state of things right now, what’s one more dice roll?

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Song Of The Day – L’hôtel Particulier (Prise Complète) by Serge Gainsbourg

From the reissue “Histoire De Melody Nelson” (2011)

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