“Though here at journey’s end I lie in darkness buried deep, beyond all towers strong…
Tolkien
The implication is all too plain: the kind of excellence represented by Dungeon Man’s total surrender to game-making and -playing is limiting if there is a goal beyond it. Brick Road’s narrow expertise is arrested by its own greatness.
“A poet is a man who is glad of something, and tries to make other people glad of it too.”
This is what Tolkien would have wanted: a cheap button-mashing adaptation of a cheap cash-cow of his epic fantasy magnum opus. He’s probably rolling in his Catholic urn.
