This is Lara Croft: “Ooh, isn’t life hard? My family is fabulously wealthy but I’m troubled, and now me and my supporting cast of cobwebby, stereotype sidekicks are being menaced by a feral wizard with an army of oafish mercs”. Now I’m not suggesting that Crofty has it easy--she survives being shipwrecked, maimed, and mummified--but can she compare to the awesome power of history-o-fact?
Chienne, sil vous plait. By the time Lara was having a wobble about offing a deer, Joan of Arc had led armies, chatted with the Archangel Michael, helped lift the siege of Orléans, and been martyred by the English. Incredibly, she did all this despite being born a peasant--and, perhaps even more damningly for the time--a woman. Admittedly, her story ends with her agonising death by burning, as opposed to triumph over evil and resulting therapy, but I doubt we’ll ever see a St. Lara of Abbingdon.