2015
This game is like feeling your way around a maze in a dream, and I mean that in a good way. Completely original experience that can't really be understood without checking it out yourself.
Surreal, beautiful, and vividly captures how it feels to deal with mental illness. An experience like no other, really.
What you have here is a 90s point-and-click adventure game adaptation of a 60s short story, with heavy involvement of the original author, that (in my opinion) surpasses that original work. Unlike the short story, there's an underlying theme of hope within the hopeless walls of AM. Hope, not for salvation, but closure, to make amends with your past. Great story, great presentation, absolutely a game worth playing.
2022
A pretty solid 3D platformer that doesn't overstay its welcome. I never played the original Pac-Man World despite playing the hell outta 2 (and to a lesser extent, 3) as a kid, so it was pretty neat finally checking it out via this remake. Would recommend.
A classic Castlevania inspired eroge is quite a novel concept. I'd been eyeing this up quite a while for that very reason. Turns out, it works better than you'd expect.
Admittedly, as a predominantly homosexual male, I'm not exactly mesmerized by mammaries, but the effort and care put into both the sprites and HCGs is obvious. Those with boobs on the brain are sure to be blown back by the bright, bouncy... artwork. Seriously though, pornographic or not, the pixel art is stunning, though that's to be expected of Libra Heart.
The game itself is nothing crazy, but serviceable. The game is pretty cleanly split into two halves, and is very linear (not necessarily a bad thing). No insta-kill death pits, which is nice. One thing that sucks in the late game is that bosses start taking an annoying amount of time to kill. I will say, the New Game+ is really neat, never seen an implementation like it.
Anyway, decent game with boobies, if that's your thing that's your thing.
Admittedly, as a predominantly homosexual male, I'm not exactly mesmerized by mammaries, but the effort and care put into both the sprites and HCGs is obvious. Those with boobs on the brain are sure to be blown back by the bright, bouncy... artwork. Seriously though, pornographic or not, the pixel art is stunning, though that's to be expected of Libra Heart.
The game itself is nothing crazy, but serviceable. The game is pretty cleanly split into two halves, and is very linear (not necessarily a bad thing). No insta-kill death pits, which is nice. One thing that sucks in the late game is that bosses start taking an annoying amount of time to kill. I will say, the New Game+ is really neat, never seen an implementation like it.
Anyway, decent game with boobies, if that's your thing that's your thing.
VA-11 Hall-A is really something special. Everything about its vibe, character writing, worldbuilding, it just pulls you in. Having played it both at 19 and now again at 24, it's moved me each time for different reasons. It's just one of those games, man.
I thought I was done with Furlough's games, honestly. They'd earned my respect despite not being my personal cup of tea and I'd figured we could part on good terms. But, seeing as my dear friend Owen decided to buy me this and Furry Shades of Gay 3, I guess I'm back.
If you enjoyed the first game, this is more of the same, but with some more mechanics and new stories. Very little reason not to pick it up if you're a returning fan.
If you enjoyed the first game, this is more of the same, but with some more mechanics and new stories. Very little reason not to pick it up if you're a returning fan.
2021
This is a game that feels like it ignores what would be considered the "correct" way to make a video game and yet still ends up being one of the most fun I've ever played.
If your main complaint with the reboot Corpse Party was that it didn't flesh out the side (kill fodder) characters, than you're in luck, because that's basically what this is. It's a good time if you're a fan, though, if a little clunky by visual novel standards.
The fact that such a solid retro-inspired platformer was made as a stretch goal for another game is honestly insanely impressive. Never was a huge fan of old Castlevania games but I really love this, from the art to the gameplay to the OST, everything just works. Definitely recommend to boomer platformer enjoyers.
2016
Extremely cool and interesting game. Wanna say more but the game is best left experienced blind.
2018
A really cute and short game that wears its Katamari inspiration on its sleeve, though I can't say that's anything other than a plus for me. Writing definitely won't be for everyone, and if it was longer it might've been grating, but it didn't overstay its welcome. Great time if you don't mind the short length.
Also after finishing it I found out this Ben Esposito guy was behind Bubsy Visits The James Turrell Retrospective and that caught me way off guard.
Also after finishing it I found out this Ben Esposito guy was behind Bubsy Visits The James Turrell Retrospective and that caught me way off guard.
2022
Decided to break in the Steam Deck I got for Christmas with this since it's The Steam Deck Game For Steam Deck.
The first Portal game in a decade being a tech demo is bittersweet but also oddly fitting, and you know what it's still pretty great. Valve's still got it despite it all.
The first Portal game in a decade being a tech demo is bittersweet but also oddly fitting, and you know what it's still pretty great. Valve's still got it despite it all.
2017
A very silly dark comedy with an interesting premise. The looping aspect is cool but definitely gets a bit tiring towards the back half where you gotta do every segment perfect for what you wanna achieve, but otherwise it's a fun little experience.
2013
My body and mind are dough, baked by the heat of my soul. Every morsel of my being exists for the creation of cookies. For within the bounds of this world and all others, there shall be cookie, so say I.
It begins with one. Two. Ten. Fifty. And more hands grow. A circle of hands, each independent, yet single minded in their ambition. The grandmothers soon follow, devout and loyal, more beautiful than any other.
But it's not enough, not at all. Hundreds, thousands, but it's nothing. Less than nothing. From Grandmother Earth's fertile fields, to deep within her crust, more cookies. But it's never enough.
Temples to your cookies are built. Magics once lost to time are employed. Eventually, all available matter is under control. But it's nothing to make something from something. Nothing close to making something from nothing, or something from the opposite of something, and so you do.
Trillions. Quadrillions. Quintillions of cookies. Every man, woman, they/them and child can feast until the ends of time. But why only once? Even the bounds of saṃsāra, the karmic cycle itself, can kneel. And so it does.
Over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over.
The bounds of existence cannot contain me. Light, matter, time and space all bend to my will. Every atom of every universe of every single instant that has ever or will ever happen exists for me to bake cookies. I am everything, and everything is cookies. And it is beautiful.
It begins with one. Two. Ten. Fifty. And more hands grow. A circle of hands, each independent, yet single minded in their ambition. The grandmothers soon follow, devout and loyal, more beautiful than any other.
But it's not enough, not at all. Hundreds, thousands, but it's nothing. Less than nothing. From Grandmother Earth's fertile fields, to deep within her crust, more cookies. But it's never enough.
Temples to your cookies are built. Magics once lost to time are employed. Eventually, all available matter is under control. But it's nothing to make something from something. Nothing close to making something from nothing, or something from the opposite of something, and so you do.
Trillions. Quadrillions. Quintillions of cookies. Every man, woman, they/them and child can feast until the ends of time. But why only once? Even the bounds of saṃsāra, the karmic cycle itself, can kneel. And so it does.
Over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over.
The bounds of existence cannot contain me. Light, matter, time and space all bend to my will. Every atom of every universe of every single instant that has ever or will ever happen exists for me to bake cookies. I am everything, and everything is cookies. And it is beautiful.