A so-called zen decorator hampered by rules devised by the most maniacal of Feng Shui practitioners, Unpacking isn’t so much an easy-breezy meditation on passion and what we leave behind as we age, and more a reflection on the apparent issues of how I, as an individual, design and decorate.

While the assumed narrative follows a nameless, voiceless protagonist through their life, across break-ups, move-ins, and start-overs, the real story of the game hinges on you, the player, as you realize by way of accursed red-outlines that everything you know about interior design is fucked up and evil. Plates that refuse to go with other plates, lest you be judged, coasters that scream foul if you place mugs atop them, egg timers that rain misery on you for daring to place them a few inches away a cutting board, the inherent madness of owning an air fryer.

Combine weird systematic flaws in what is deemed right or wrong (something that seems bound to happen when working with something as nebulous and personal as interior design) with a storyline that basically equates to “quirky art student goes to college, dates a guy, hides her passion, breaks up, regains passion, dates a girl, there’s nothing to gleam from this game other than the introspection inherent to being told, time and time again, that your mind goblin-addled thoughts are deranged and objectively wrong. It's weird, it’s uncomfortable, and it’s not the takeaway I expect from a game that claims to be a chill, downtempo type experience.

Edit 1: Corrected Typos (11/28/2021).