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Reviews for "400 Years"

Very nice story. I loved the relaxing music as well.

As for using chrome, I didn't notice any lag.

Smart and relaxing, really nice experimentation, thank you!
(Maybe add an option to switch off character walking sound to enjoy music a bit more)

Beautiful, thoughtful, endearing little game. What it must be like, to have the patience of a rock, to watch tens, even hundreds of years go by like seconds...

Before I get into the actual review, do everyone a favor and please ignore the people who gave you 0-1 stars. These people wouldn't know a fantastic idea if Einstein told them it was a fantastic idea.

Now, for the game itself, I am throughly impressed. I have a great hatred for art games simply because they're 90% art and 10% flat, unintresting substance. What you've created is one of the very few art games that can say the gameplay IS the art. The simple idea of just waitng, and letting the world change around you is fresh and enjoyable. When I first saw the game title, I had some idea in my mind what it was about, but you completly surprised me.

Art is simple pixel art, but I think it suits the game's atmosphere quite well. Music is simple and non-intrusive and I cannot thank you enough for not putting loud "Thump" sfx with every step. Addition by subtraction!

Story is simple as well, and the intro fills it out quite well. You have 400 years to prevent a disaster. You don't have any special powers, magic tools or an army to fight for you. All you have is the eternity of a rock, and a little help from the humans who inhabit the area. Fits the mood of the game perfectly.

I wish more designers who made art games were like you, creative in more than just story. With color and atmosphere beyond "dark and depressing". Simply wonderful in all regards.

This might just be the adder-all talking, but as the years passed and the little humans developed from harvesting my grain, from hut dwellers to builders, nay dreamers, I came to love them as my own, as children. My heart swelled with pride when I rose up from the cave and saw that in my absence, they'd discovered masonry and sea travel. I was a matron, not a god, but looked upon them with love.

Yeah it's the adder-all.