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Criteria | Rank | Score* | Raw Score |
Objet d'art | #18 | 4.025 | 4.500 |
Overall | #25 | 3.354 | 3.750 |
Theme Use | #29 | 2.981 | 3.333 |
??? | #29 | 3.429 | 3.833 |
Stink | #34 | 2.907 | 3.250 |
Stank | #35 | 2.832 | 3.167 |
Ranked from 12 ratings. Score is adjusted from raw score by the median number of ratings per game in the jam.
What modifiers did you use?
Early to bed, late to rise
How would you consider this game to be Pompous Trash?
It is, just trust...
I only spent like 2 hours on it and its got some issues, but he’s perfect in my heart!
Did you accomplish your goal?
Yea, i made a “complete” piece of art.
What was your goal for creating this game?
having fun and making something that i could be happy with for the timeframe i had.
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Lo and behold, an exquisite manifestation emerges, a portal unto the ethereal realm of artistic transcendence. Within this visual tableau, our gaze alights upon naught but a humble rodent—a creature not confined to mundane bounds, but a rat, nay, a rat endowed with the faculty of bipedalism, fortified by a most curious accessory, a walking stick. The variegated interplay of light and shadow, an enigmatic canvas of dappled illumination, stands as an allegory for the dissembling serenity of the sylvan realm—a place where allure and peril interlace in a delicate waltz.
The artist's deft hand has summoned forth a stylistic paradigm, characterized by the judicious use of flat shading—a choice that, I surmise, ensnares the viewer in an intricately wrought snare of perceptual guile, luring them into a realm of artifice that belies the intricacies of existence.
Yet, let us not succumb to the siren call of facile comprehension, for this opus conceals depths hitherto uncharted. One's gaze is inexorably drawn to the ocular windows of the subject—an investigation that compels us to ponder: to what distant vista do those eyes cast their gaze? A realm beyond the confines of the canvas, perchance an enigma untold, a specter of dread unspoken, an embodiment of the dread of dread itself—a metaphor, perchance, for the gnawing tendrils of apprehension.
A truth undeniable emerges, that our course, though propelling us ever forward, is beset by an unrelenting urge to cast a retrospective glance—an allegory for existence itself, wherein the mandate resounds that we shan't be ensnared by the chains of yesteryears. Forward must be our stride, even amid the enigmatic groves of existence. To our aspirations must our focus be unswervingly affixed, a steadfast gaze unmarred by the seductive nostalgia of bygone days.
Great art style here!
is precious adventurer
Great style!
Your rat is goated 👏
All it needs now is to go join the RAT PARTY 🤩
Love the colors and shadows. This is cool!