When I play open world games, the environment usually becomes a glorified obstacle course. The skyscrapers in Infamous become obstacles and the vast expanse of Red Dead Redemption acts as dead space between settlements. Human NPCs quickly become moving set dressing that I usually ignore unless I see a colorful "!" above their head. These familiar quest-givers exist in Assassin's Creed, but so do beggars, whose actions influence the game more subtly.
Assassin's Creed affords no real way to help these down and out digital denizens, but they still impact the player's experience. I can't recall another game in which characters would run up and begin touching my avatar, impeding his progress while soliciting money. I've lived in urban areas of California most of my life, which means I'm no stranger to homelessness and aggressive panhandling. I found myself performing the virtual equivalent of an act familiar to many city-dwelling folk: don't stop, don't engage in conversation, justify your
rejection ("My taxes help him...I give to charity...It's probably a scam...He'll just end up buying booze, etc.") and stay focused on the task at hand. I'm sure overthrowing the Templars will do more for the downtrodden a few shekels. Their plight, tragic as it was, could not be solved with a blade and was thus relegated to the back burner.
Try as I might to live on the rooftops and take in the city as an elevated observer, I often found myself on the ground, surrounded by the people I sought to ignore. Though Assassin's Creed has no formal "morality" system, panhandlers do present a dilemma. I routinely found my progress slowed by an insistent beggar. As arrows zipped past my head, I cursed the pushy panhandlers that had knocked me into a group of surly guards. Occasionally, I'd lose my temper and shove people to the ground and out of my way. Any satisfaction in doing so was short lived: aggressive actions either alerted the guards or elicited jeers and disapproving shouts from other citizens. At times, it was hard not to feel like a jerk, even though I knew they were only virtual people.
For me, the beggars in Assassin's Creed demonstrate that games don't have to express morality quantitatively in order to effectively explore the concept. True, being rude to the beggars invites mechanical penalties, but their biggest impact comes on an emotional level. The beggars were designed to frustrate me and they did so splendidly: I was frustrated that they were getting in my way, frustrated that I couldn't do anything to help them, frustrated that I would sometimes give in selfishness and treat them cruelly, and frustrated that all of these feelings were uncomfortably familiar.
Turning the game off silenced the pleading, desperation, and hostility of Assassin's Creed's world. I could walk away, confident in my powerlessness. I couldn't help those people; it just wasn't in the programming, but I still felt a twinge of guilt now and then.
Such twinges were sharpened when I realized that my attitude towards medieval Jerusalem's poor was a derivative of my experiences in real, contemporary cities. Retreating into the relatively luxurious privilege of my daily life doesn't mean that San Francisco's streets have been switched off. Helping real people might not be simple or easy, but it is possible, which makes the similarity between my responses to virtual and real panhandling all the more troubling.
