The 5 Most Unbelievably Sexist Video Game Quests

They aren't sustained romances or even casual hook-ups at ye olde bar. Pickup artists have a less denigrating view of female sexuality than whoever designed these encounters -- multiple women will drop their old-timey trousers immediately after you rescue them, because nothing turns a girl on like surviving a rape attempt. Others will sleep with you in exchange for insultingly trivial gifts. One trades trysts for tulips, and you can use flowers from the dead body of her old lover that's lying on the side of the road. We're guessing a lot of the programmers' relationships didn't survive the long hours of development, and they found some weird ways to work through that.

Anyone who spent even a little time playing Skyrim has a story to tell of their epic deeds. Maybe they'll regale you with a tale of battling mighty frost trolls high in the mountains, or tell of how they forged a magical sword that's powered by the souls of their fallen enemies. They're less likely to brag about the time they slut-shamed a woman for sleeping with too many dudes.

In the city of Riften you meet an innkeeper named Haelga and her niece, Svana. Svana complains that Haelga has been sleeping with some of her customers in the name of Dibella, the goddess of love. She's unamused that her aunt's getting more action than she is, so she charges you to find proof that she's sleeping around and "rub her nose in it," because Svana is bad at phrasing. You immediately agree to help her out, because it's not like you have anything better to do in a world in the middle of a dragonocalypse.

Haelga, being the sentimental sort, gives her partners a "mark of Dibella" to remember her by (they're basically commemorative sex tokens), and your job is to steal them. If you're stealthy enough, you can simply pickpocket the marks, because there's no better way to prove that a woman is a creep than by breaking into people's homes and stealing their possessions. If stealth isn't your style, you can charm or intimidate the men into admitting they enjoy having sex. All three immediately throw Haelga under the wagon by blaming her turbo-sluttiness for confounding their judgment, though their love letters beg to differ.

You then show the marks to Haelga and tell this single business owner to stop having sex with whomever she chooses, or else the populace will learn about it and run her out of town in a puritanical outrage. Once this shameful harlot is put in her place, you can return to Svana and be rewarded for embarrassing her promiscuous aunt, and Riften can go back to being a city where sex is a grim duty. Another mighty quest completed by the hero of Skyrim, one the bards will sing of 'til the end of time!

Policenauts, as we've told you before, is essentially Lethal Weapon ... In Space! The colony where you do your detectiving is populated by a variety of colorful characters, including a fellow cop named Meryl Silverburgh, who will be recognizable to any Metal Gear Solid fans in the Internet house (the game was made by Hideo Kojima, who brought you that franchise).

Meryl is known as the best shooter on the force, and she's so confident in her skills that she agrees to let you feel her breasts if you can beat her target-practice score (we have the same outstanding offer for anyone who can design a prettier Animal Crossing house than ours). It's not easy to beat it, but if you pull it off Meryl will rather blithely let you molest her.

A brief but lovingly rendered animation plays in a game that otherwise relies largely on static images, and her breasts inexplicably make animal noises when they bounce. We're guessing that's either an obscure Japanese joke or a sign that no one involved with the scene had ever touched a woman before. Either way, your character will be as baffled as you are.

That's just one of many scenes where the hero, a word we're using in a very loose sense here, takes the slightest possible excuse to get all molesty. While aboard a spaceship, he chats up the stewardess to learn about how their special outfits are designed to keep them healthy (and braless) in space before repeatedly grabbing her chest and legs. You know, to learn more about her clothes. At least her breasts don't bray like a wounded elephant.

Supposedly during development there was a conversation about where to draw the line on breast touching, a conversation we weren't aware happened outside of porn. Kojima was apparently annoyed by the limits that were set on him, which makes us wonder just what the hell Policenauts was originally about.

As the title implies, Vampire: The Masquerade is about werewolves. There's enough backstory to make Anne Rice look like Stephenie Meyer, but basically you play as a modern L.A. vamp caught up in the politicking of the creatures of the night.

At one point, you're given a quest called "Pimpin' For Romero." Romero is a human who serves vampires by fighting zombies who keep popping up at a cemetery. He asks you to cover his shift while he visits a prostitute, because, as The Walking Dead taught us, getting your dick wet always takes priority over battling shambling harbingers of the apocalypse.

As a male vampire, you have two options. You can agree to help suppress the zombie uprising and sate Romero's libido, which launches you into one of the hardest and most frustrating battles in the game. Or you can fetch a prostitute, convince her that there's nothing dangerous about following a creepy stranger to a dilapidated shack in a graveyard in the dead of night, and let Romero enjoy some female company in the comfort of his own zombie-brain-splattered home.

But if you're playing as a lady vampire, you can bypass this whole dilemma with your vagina. What woman wouldn't want to pimp herself out for a few experience points and some free shotgun shells? Well, first, there's the fact that Masquerade's vampires don't enjoy sex or produce any liquid other than blood, so brace yourself for some very dry necrophilia. To make matters worse, Romero talks like he's responsible for creating half the angry corpses in his graveyard. First, he calls you a striking piece of ass after having known you for all of five minutes, and then he asks if you're interested in the "old naughty tango." Try to restrain yourselves, ladies.

At this point, battling the monstrous hordes of the undead sounds preferable, but if you agree to sleep with him he'll sound genuinely and understandably surprised before smoothly recovering to make a terrible dick joke.

One fade to black and a few disturbing grunts that sound like they were recorded in an echo chamber later, and you've earned yourself the world's most shameful experience points. But at least now you can come back whenever you want and suck his ... blood. And probably get STDs from it.

Harvest Moon is all about running a farm, wooing a local, and starting a family, so it's essentially Rural Idaho: The Game. You can usually play as either a boy or a girl, but if you decide to drop the Y chromosome in Harvest Moon 3, the developers make damn sure to share their feelings on women in agriculture.

It's fine for a game to have gender-exclusive abilities, but here it's about as lopsided as pitting Master Chief against Cooking Mama in gladiatorial combat. The boy has more stamina, which means that on every single day the dude can accomplish more on the farm, while the girl has to quit early to rest up and fix her hair. And only the boy can upgrade his farm tools to make them more efficient, because the only tool girls can figure out are the ones in the kitchen, right?

But, while playing as a girl makes the game harder, it's the relationship mechanic that really mashes the potatoes (that's a farm expression, right?). If you play as a boy and get married, the game will continue as normal and you'll eventually raise two children. But if you get hitched as a girl, it's Game Over.

You immediately pump out a baby in a cutscene, and then leave all that tedious manual labor to your husband so you can watch daytime TV for the rest of your life. Because even in the magical fantasy world of video games it's impossible for a woman to have a family and a career.

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