The Mars of Red Faction: Guerrilla Re-Mars-Tered Is No Escape from Today

Mars looms just far away from Earth to be an afterthought to most people. Wind twists red sand into small tornados across the endless dry wastes. It is almost bucolic in its stillness, like the unmoving deserts that dot the far-off Earth, and yet something rumbles under its stillness: Unrest. It is 2125, Mars has been bent to the will of man via terraforming, and the red planet is now a mere resource to be mined for corporate gain. Corporate control of Mars is omnipresent and yet it is only ever physically manifested in the power dynamic between the workers of Mars and the corporate-run Earth Defense Force (EDF), which rules the workers with an iron fist. They act as the strong hand that keeps the workers in line—the omnipresent corporate entity made manifest in flesh, bone, armor and trigger-happy fingers. Death camps, hit squads, torture, marshal law: the EDF intergalactic Pinkertons who quell even the smallest notion of resistance with a bullet to the forehead. Mars is a kettle ready to boil.
Enter Alec Mason, a man from Earth who has travelled to Mars for good, fair work and to escape the baggage of familial death that weighed him down on Earth. Greeted by his brother (and an EDF checkpoint), Mason breathes Mars’s corporate air for the first time. It is not what he was led to expect. EDF-bent propaganda sold him on a Mars that does not exist, and Mason’s brother says that a resistance is finding its feet. “The people need something to believe in,” he says, as he and Mason drive past an EDF hit squad raiding a house and silencing its inhabitants. It is chaos, albeit of the controlled totalitarian variety. All the uneasiness needs is someone to kick the hornet’s nest and set the red surface of Mars ablaze in the fires of revolution. That is where I, the player, and my avatar Alec Mason come in. In due time, Mason’s brother is gunned down by the evil powers that be and it is here that Red Faction Guerilla truly begins.
The core conceit of Red Faction Guerilla is to grow and strengthen the Mars resistance while snuffing out the EDF’s control and influence in each sector of Mars. In order to do so, the status quo must be flipped on its head—via having numerous explosive charges attached to it and blown into a million dynamic pieces. Guerilla sells itself on chaos, on destructibility—like, a lot of destructibility—and it is there, and only there, where it finds success. Its core narrative and the underlying politics are forgotten once the explosions and gunfire start. Yet, the core thematic pulse of a resistance rising against a totalitarian regime can be felt in every action of the game, and that is more due to the real world that Red Faction Guerilla now exists in rather than the game’s world itself.
Red Faction Guerilla was originally released in 2009, the year that Barack Obama came into office on the platform of progressive change. One of his first decisions, once in power, was to sign an executive order to close Guantanamo Bay within a year and to prohibit the use of torture in terrorist interrogations. It felt like a future of promise, of hope, with something to look forward to. Yet, 2009 was also the year that San Francisco police murdered Oscar Grant, the U.S. recession was at its worst point in recent memory, and even more troops were deployed into Afghanistan. Also, Guantanamo Bay still remains open, an open wound in the heart of human decency for all to bear witness to, and the revolutionary promise of Guerilla feels as wasted now, some nine years later, as the initial executive push to close that infamous military base/American-branded gulag. Like Alec Mason in Guerilla, who sought to find even the smallest amount of hope on the surface of the red giant that neighbors Earth, the videogame was released into a world where hope was hard to come by; unlike Guerilla, real hope was found in a position of power—in the U.S. president. The chaos found in Guerilla acted as a fun diversion from a world on shaky ground and it offered the tantalizing feeling of fun—it is nearly impossible not to smile as you blow up a giant Mars construct and watch it dynamically crumble to the red surface.