Sufficiently Human’s latest guest post comes to us from Brian Crimmins, a game critic focusing primarily on older Japanese games. You can check out more of his work at Unwinnable, Hardcore Gaming 101, and most frequently at Indie Haven. You can also read more of his reviews over at his blog, Game Exhibition.
[TW: This piece contains some discussion of death.]
While the Japanese game scene has always been a place for developers to experiment, the mid-2000s in particular saw an explosion of creativity. Games had been established for long enough that they could work off each other and the surrounding cultural landscape, which is exactly what they did. We can see this in Metal Gear Solid 2’s deconstruction of videogames, Wind Waker’s farewell to the Zelda formula, and Persona 3’s rebuttal against the despondent Evangelion. Perhaps no game captures that spirit better than Kingdom Hearts II. Continue reading →
[TW: This piece describes themes of suicidality, extreme loneliness and depression, and insensitive misuse of pronouns.]
This short story is a stylized description of a playthrough of eoeoeo344’s sci-fi Ren’Py visual novel, The Midas Project.
In this version, Midas is lonely. Midas is the sum total of all human knowledge, ingenuity and innovation. This inorganic creature, an All-Purpose Nano-Constructor—APNC for short—took over a decade to make. In the process, most of the team involved in its development quit, frightened at what they had wrought or despairing and ashamed of their failure, of the painstaking investment that was all for nothing. Continue reading →
Sufficiently Human’s latest guest post comes to us from game designer, critic, musician and illustrator, Lulu Blue. In this essay, Blue brings their concise yet powerful insights to bear on the surprising humanity to be found in the world of Majora’s Mask, and the lasting impact the game had on them as a kid. If you can, please consider supporting Blue’s rpg/dungeon-crawler project, Fantastic Witch Collective, here.
[TW: This piece discusses emotional trauma.]
Listless despair was an ephemeral yet dominating emotion of my childhood as a queer kid growing up in rural California without a support network. I played videogames to distract myself and escape from my reality, and while The Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask has gone down in videogame history as something of a scrappy, offbeat cult classic, within it I found one of the most touching narratives of my childhood. Continue reading →
In this, our seventh episode, Zolani and I have a late-night chat about a diverse handful of recently-released small games, ranging from the surreal and poetic to the more familiar but still pretty surreal and kind of terrifying. We discuss the intersection of games with poetry, and Zolani provides us with a rousing dramatic reading of the verse from fizzhog’s foliakatra in particular. We also discuss the importance of the unification of things like context, subtext and symbolism with visual and ludic elements like spatial perspective, movement, dimension and “mechanics”. In the second half of the episode, Zolani and I do a little Q&A with questions we were asked via Twitter. We got a nice bunch of questions that we were able to use as a springboard for a short-ish retrospective on our careers, what it is we’d like to still do and see, and how we see our own roles in the critical sphere we belong to. Also, my cat, Princess Peach, contributes some thoughts by walking into my microphone and then onto my keyboard. Continue reading →
[TW: This piece discusses death, violence and fear of the sea.]
I was convinced, the first time I fired up my Ecco the Dolphin ROM on my SEGA emulator, that the whole of the game consisted of the first screen in Home Bay. Perhaps it was my own bias toward free-form experimental games, but for a good ten minutes I splashed, swam, and breached the surface of Home Bay’s pacific blue water, gradations of navy and purple leading the eye to a robin’s-egg horizon lined with white clouds and distant, mountainous islands, and I figured that was the game. I didn’t realize what foreshadowing those remote formations and the darkening depths of the water implied, nor did I realize what it meant when I jumped into the air and all of a sudden and with a whirring screech, all the beautiful life of the Bay got vacuumed into the sky. Continue reading →
Strangethink is a Manchester-based independent developer, and this is the only piece of biographical trivia he’s made publicly available as far as I could find. We follow each other on Twitter although we’ve barely spoken. His timeline gives off an air of single-minded creative dedication and professionalism, replete with screenshots of his in-production work and updates on the development process. In other words, it reads like a dev blog. His website, by contrast, provides almost no information. All we get is his logo—a white Rorschach-esque pattern that looks something like a brain on a hot pink background—a screenshot of his game currently in development, and a field for sending Strangethink your email address in case your would like updates for its pending release. Continue reading →
I’ve had this dream before, but something’s wrong. I wake up, but the alarm doesn’t chime like I expect it to. The music is lilting and subtly melancholy. Things are dark, grainy, gray, colourless. The silence is the thick residue of violence. Something happened here. I awaken into this world as if having walked in on something after the fact. The silence and the darkness speak volumes about things falling apart.
I look over to the corner of my small apartment where I expect to see my computer monitor by the window and art hung on the wall, all neatly arranged. Instead, things are broken and in disarray. Comforts of home, luxury and sentimentality are all heaped in a pathetic pile like trash. The monitor is suspended in the pile which appears stuck to the wall, the screen static and flickering. I walk past a painting stuck off-center to the wall. It’s so pallid it looks like it’s been murdered. Did I do this? Why would I do this? Why would I dream this? Continue reading →