spoilers?
I couldn't escape the wardobe :sob: Even from the side it murdered me mercilessly, with light, without light, EVEN IF I DIDN'T INTERACT----
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... It's .. peak .. . .. peak . . cinema, that's what this is. After hours of trying to fight it, surveying the room, observing the mirror, closing the curtains, I still find myself the victim of that wardrobe. I can't escape it. It knows I will come and when I do it will do what it was meant to do. I see my life flash before my eyes. Every. Time. I remember all of them. Every way I've died. Every instance of grief, and despair..
I see myself now, before you... in your wardrobedness. I am at your mercy. You and you alone decide my fate, you and you alone control my life. I can flutter with whimsy and trot about destiny, but in the end, you have the final say. At first I ignore your call. It cant be real. you cant be real, not the very thing that defines reality. My reality. I cant accept your presence, you must not be real,
just a wardrobe,
how could it be?
I meet my fate at the hand of thee.........
OHH BUT A WILLY,
LITTLE CHILD, I find myself asking for a deal too MILD.
WHEN I SAY "HEY,
lets agree on this, okay?" but alas, it's where I stay,
My will and freedom see themselves abate, and you do your work, to simply TERMINATE....
And yet amidst the great eruption, it mirrors myself.... . ..
IN MY GREAT CORRUPTION, pissed I cannot climb this SHELF, (im so sorry)
I lash out.. destructive, fueled by my hate. I claw at what I can't have, or be. Broken glass defines this side of me. I find that my rage only aides my own destruction, and it's comeuppance simply... an eruption.
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The world is my oyster yet the oyster is my wardrobe. And in being with my reality, I find despair, as it finds me. The world is too small to only end in one thing, yet the world is so grand that it can only crush me with it's presence.
And in this reality, A great clarity finds me. The world was here for me, the sign on the wall. I was simply the one to ignore it all. When tasked to know, I chose to skip. And for this I, alone, will atone.
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Okay seriously it's 3 am, and I have no clue what compelled me to write any of that (but its definitely rhetorically charged, on purpose, mhm [sarcasm]).. Anyways I am so sorry you had to look upon that with your eyes. I played your game to completion and I liked it a lot. With RPGMs a lot of the time they kinda just chuck assets at the screen without really thinking about it. Like a quest might ask you to get some sticks, but you cant interact with one of the 20 logs in the same scene. I really dislike that kind of RPGM game and it kind of conditions you to pass up the background and details to just rush to the next circle interact thing, which, fine, whatever. You did an excellent job of using the entire scene with your story, which kept the same assets interesting and engaging to interact with. For those rpgm skippers like myself, the direction on the mirror was very helpful, so thank you for that. I enjoyed the story, and the kind of memory sequences with their own little musical progressions (unique and ++ from me). The ending was fun and I think your game accomplished what it set out to do very well. Nice work.
Also you're getting a 5 for theme because I apparently had an entire philosophical enlightening from playing. Thanks.