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I just went through the whole game thinking Terry Cavanagh was Austin Breed! Two different people, whoops. I guess the graphics made me think of A Mother in Festerwood, and the simplistic limited interactivity also seemed like an Austin Breed game.
Oiche mhaith means good night. I looked it up. It's cool that both Terry Cavanagh and Increpare live in Ireland, so at least the cultural aspect of the game is well informed.
Eeeh... the story was pretty sad, I'll admit, but this hardly qualifies as a game so much as an interactive story. The only 'gameplay' was doing chores and figuring out the symbol puzzle.
But I think in the future you could put out a very interesting, deep game if you put more time and effort into it :)
What a load of bullshit!!! I believe this is one of those ocassions you try to make a point but it gets lost in the process.
On one side I don't understand all that foul language with no actual violence (just verbal? no hitting, no rape?). Another thing it quite confused me is why you have a machine that can actually change your parents behaviour onto a good one and don't make use of it.
I remain completely plain after this.
Anyway good job on putting all together (music n stuff). hope the next time the plot is a bit more consistent.
This game...is so deep. So emotional. It really makes me feel very sad throughout the whole game. I felt the pain and emotion the main character went through. That's what games should do. Make the player feel what the character has been through and goes through.
The fact that the girl went to all that trouble to resurrect such horrible parents, and yet to have them kill themselves again and reject her in the end JUST for their son...well it's very depressing and emotional.
To the creators of this game, you've made not a game, but somewhat of a work of art.
Reviews
Rated 5 / 5 stars February 23, 2012
I just went through the whole game thinking Terry Cavanagh was Austin Breed! Two different people, whoops. I guess the graphics made me think of A Mother in Festerwood, and the simplistic limited interactivity also seemed like an Austin Breed game.
Oiche mhaith means good night. I looked it up. It's cool that both Terry Cavanagh and Increpare live in Ireland, so at least the cultural aspect of the game is well informed.
Rated 3 / 5 stars February 23, 2012
Eeeh... the story was pretty sad, I'll admit, but this hardly qualifies as a game so much as an interactive story. The only 'gameplay' was doing chores and figuring out the symbol puzzle.
But I think in the future you could put out a very interesting, deep game if you put more time and effort into it :)
Rated 0.5 / 5 stars February 23, 2012
What a load of bullshit!!! I believe this is one of those ocassions you try to make a point but it gets lost in the process.
On one side I don't understand all that foul language with no actual violence (just verbal? no hitting, no rape?). Another thing it quite confused me is why you have a machine that can actually change your parents behaviour onto a good one and don't make use of it.
I remain completely plain after this.
Anyway good job on putting all together (music n stuff). hope the next time the plot is a bit more consistent.
Rated 5 / 5 stars February 23, 2012
i actually liked it to me it wasnt that morbid it has a very deep meaning
Rated 5 / 5 stars February 23, 2012
This game...is so deep. So emotional. It really makes me feel very sad throughout the whole game. I felt the pain and emotion the main character went through. That's what games should do. Make the player feel what the character has been through and goes through.
The fact that the girl went to all that trouble to resurrect such horrible parents, and yet to have them kill themselves again and reject her in the end JUST for their son...well it's very depressing and emotional.
To the creators of this game, you've made not a game, but somewhat of a work of art.