You have appointment with doctor for experimental brainscan – and when headset comes off, you are elsewhere. What is going on? You can know in only way – by playing Soma.
Our protagonist without future and dead past is hurled into terrible mess, both outside and inside, as game questions reality of your experience. Are you hallucinating, in your own world, because of your damaged brain? Is this virtual reality, some kind of terrible prank? Or maybe what you experience is real, but disorted and misleading? Or, of course, you see exactly what it is supposed to be, as illogical as it seems to be.
Expect playing around with various relatives of Slenderman, performing a little bit of mad science, seeing yourself in mirror and, of course, commiting atrocities against humanity. It is also game with most pointless, senseless goal that I ever seen. I really, really liked that little detail.
After all, why not? It is not like we have anything else to do in this situation.
One day I asked Internet about Truth with capital T. About how reality is a lie. About peeking behind curtain to gain Knowledge, even if risking sanity in process.
I got bunch of Holocaust denial webpages.
That was… disappointing.
Embrace it. You know what you want. You know that sanity is overrated. Always was, always will be.
I have seen future.
And first program that passes Turing test will be bot spewing political propaganda.
There exists visual novel where you are girl dating pigeons.
Yes, it is entire review and it is all you need to know. No words can describe delightful insanity of that game, especially when you are done with first few routes.
What are you doing still here? Play already!
Today I discovered something horryfying.
It should be dead, but it grew in twisted, unnatural way from it’s horrible wound, despite chilling cold. It is still partially alive, if mishapen, monstrosity, covered in sickly-brown patches. Jesus.
That damn half of onion was in fridge way, way too long.