Back to the point. I love in-jokes (having an afore mentioned fictional nerd erection when they are found in games). They (in-jokes) are proof that the developers give a damn beyond their paycheck. It is an easy argument that can be made that they obviously love their job or they would put their coding skills to use elsewhere. However, I love what I do and have done plenty of shit side jobs I hated to make a buck. In-jokes, easter eggs, those sorts of things, they prove a true caring for the craft/medium. So I go on...
In Shadow of Mordor, there is the Nemesis System. It's mighty fine. Could have been done a little better, but that's not the topic of this post nor is it anything more than opinion. For a more full explanation of it go here: http://www.ign.com/wikis/middle-earth-shadow-of-mordor/The_Nemesis_System
You have the possibility to get any one of several god-knows-how-many names/titles for your enemies. Most are threatening, powerful, grotesque, maybe even majestic! My nemesis was named Kuga-Luga (koo-GAH-loo-GAH) The Heart Eater. Not bad! And he was a dick! He'd almost kill me every time I found him (and he was never alone), and I could never land the killing blow! He was tenacious, vicious and crafty. And it felt good, nay, RIGHT when I finally separated his head from his body during the final push on the Black Hand's keep. Other names included Thrak of the Wastes (who carried a flaming sword), the canonical Ratbag the Coward (voiced by the amazing and omnipresent Phil Lamar), even Golm the Hotheaded was something of a badass (he had a brazer on his freaking head and was immune, even robust to everything). But there was one uruk, one super orc that stood above the rest with a name so perfect, so... Screw it, his name was Dûsh the Sickly.
Dûsh the Sickly. Pronounced, yes, douche (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Douche) the mother-fucking sickly.
I know I'm not the only person to find this guy. He has gone by at least another name I googled: Dûsh of the Stench. No joke. Proof:
I'm guessing that my guy (the sickly) either came from or became "of the stench" at some point. At least, he would have had I not chopped his friggin' head off in less than a blink. He was such a pushover. I was saddened, too! I wanted to save this guy for my personal army! I wanted to make him a chieftain! Imagine, Chieftain Dûsh, the mightiest of the ranks, sitting atop his crooked throne and raining down... punishment? I guess? Sickness? Baking soda and water with a pleasant floral scent? On his enemies?
What made this even better was the fact that each and every uruk elite is herald by a very refined and semi-sinister announcer. It felt like hearing Andy Serkis announce my every enemy. Oh Dûsh, the hours (honest to god hours) of laughter you've given me. You will be missed. I also had a drink in his honor. Again, not kidding.
The developers had of been laughing. They had to! I mean... come on! Anyhow, whether or not you made it this far, here's a little link for your trouble. If you're interested in easter eggs, video games have some great ones. I'll do a post on them as a whole some other time.
EASTER EGGS: http://www.businessinsider.com/best-video-game-easter-eggs-ever-2014-7?op=1
For now, remember Dûsh as I remember him: as a light of joy that shone, though briefly, on my time in Mordor. Thank you... Sweet lord! Your name was Douche! Best! Best damned thing ever. (note: the author of this post is not, in fact, a 12 year old boy. He is a man in his 29th year with refined tastes for things such as whiskey, the arts and has the humor of a teenager at best... Douche sure is a funny word...)
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