This game is good at ambience. You wonder around aimlessly, desperately looking for that purple door to maybe let you escape. You go everywhere. You panic but at the last moment you spot it in the corner of your eye.
But, deception! You shall never leave! You are only taken in an endless loop of discovery and fruitless searching for an escape.
And without any form of navigational abilities, no way to leave your mark and say "i was here", no way to find your way out, you are sure to lose your place now and forever in the future. Maybe you could make a server and find other people, but given the size, it is impossible to find others without nametags.
You eventually realise the game repeats itself and quotes itself in multiple places. The wall shape looks the same. Are we going in a big circle? Maybe not? Wait where are we? Who are we? Do we matter? The game begins drawing out a patterned thread of existensal dread as you realise your insignificance to the game and the world as a whole; you are just a visitor and you will never leave, and you will never continue to exist afterwards.
This game does an exceptional telling of the tradegy of the backrooms and maybe even the state of dementia (so i put in copyrighted music by Leyland Kirby to show this).
The game, given its tame and timid nature, allows one to explore mindlessly without worrying much about death.
This game is good at ambience. You wonder around aimlessly, desperately looking for that purple door to maybe let you escape. You go everywhere. You panic but at the last moment you spot it in the corner of your eye.
But, deception! You shall never leave! You are only taken in an endless loop of discovery and fruitless searching for an escape.
And without any form of navigational abilities, no way to leave your mark and say "i was here", no way to find your way out, you are sure to lose your place now and forever in the future. Maybe you could make a server and find other people, but given the size, it is impossible to find others without nametags.
You eventually realise the game repeats itself and quotes itself in multiple places. The wall shape looks the same. Are we going in a big circle? Maybe not? Wait where are we? Who are we? Do we matter? The game begins drawing out a patterned thread of existensal dread as you realise your insignificance to the game and the world as a whole; you are just a visitor and you will never leave, and you will never continue to exist afterwards.
This game does an exceptional telling of the tradegy of the backrooms and maybe even the state of dementia (so i put in copyrighted music by Leyland Kirby to show this).
The game, given its tame and timid nature, allows one to explore mindlessly without worrying much about death.