FUGUE'S PROFILE

being able to summon mans is not exactly revolutionary, especially when those mans cost firaga, wateraga, poison, and heal by any other name

What I can say is that a lot of things about the game just screamed "surreal" to me. Or, perhaps, the word I'm looking for is "nonsensical". I'm no expert on the subject of surrealism, so I might be getting the terms mixed up.

they're not exactly opposites, there is a subtle difference, overall this game is always surreal and occasionally nonsensical too.

At the offset of the game, there are three yes/no prompts, and saying "no" to any of them boot you back to the title screen. It's like the game is asking if it's players are absolutely, positively, 100% certain they are crazy enough to be willing to play this game, or something. I can understand the use of a (meaning, singular) question like this for the sake of comedy. Three of them? In succession? Before players get an opportunity do actually play the game? I dunno, maybe I'm just being frustrated with watching this opening sequence three times over.

pragmatically speaking it is frustrating...thematically speaking it's brilliant. three is a magic number, in fact i think it's nearly a biblical allusion.

what you're being asked to do isn't just to play the game, although it's required to play the game. you're being asked to forge a bond with the talkative revolver.

binding your destiny to the gun's is an awful decision, and won't end well. but hey, you asked for it.

this is a good review.

hmm should i still write my own review

I posit that most people follow the axiom of either "Life Sucks" or "Life is Fricking Awesome." Where you fall on this spectrum is directly proportional to the amount of hope you possess. The only way to come to either of these conclusions is via your own personal experiences. Note that witnessing the experiences of others can count as your own.

as far as gross oversimplifications go...this one is surprisingly accurate.

i have reached the nadir of human misery, by the way, the black hole inside yourself where the most blighted and cruel pessimism collides with absolute truth; the worst thing will always happen because it can. i am trying to climb through that hole and position myself above it all, a detached, bemused observer of the endless parade of misery that is life: senseless, tragic, and ugly.

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who is the person to speak to about the submission queue, specifically reviews?

thank you.

ah that dude, glad he's still making freaky shit. it looked like his style.

that is the guy who made the lovecraftian elder gods, right?

(aware that it might be 'that girl/that chick' rather than 'that dude/that guy', assume dude/guy to be a stand-in for 'person')

p.s. thanks craze! <3