The third game in the SuperHot franchise - Mind Control Delete gives you more insight into the world of SuperHot, more story, more signature gameplay. Hours and hours of timeless combat. Keep dancing the slow motion ballet of destruction for so much longer than ever before.
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SUPERHOT.
What matters is what happens between these two words.
SUPERHOT.
It wants to peel back the layers of your skull.
SUPERHOT.
Feast on my flesh until nothing remains.
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3 thoughts on SUPER[SUPER]HOT.
Mind - Katana reveals all; the swift executions and parry-play are at the essence of what works within this new framework of roguelike repetition because it prevents the action from jerking-off in bullet-time. The staccato begins to act in service of rhythmic motions where physicality is no longer a disembodied affair of firearms and trajectories locating the feedback loop in the anonymity of manikins instead putting our ever-fragile avatar at the center of the violence in ways that renders frisson by putting emphasis on the cut. Distances and deflections. How to bridge the gap between the two. Invoking. Channeling. SUPERHOT.
Control - Hacks.exe; they elevate the core systems without rendering the whole ugly. It’s impossible to escape the allure of the metagame. “Killheal.hack” and “Lightreflex.hack” are kings. And kings do not matter in sequences whose escalating difficulty so clearly correlates with the aesthetics of kinesthesia - strategies are established in style before substance, a perfect action-run framed in replays, so challenge is (and must remain) a modular canvas here. Strong back-half. Exhausting waves met with zen. Repress the urge to shatter - obsidian is thy weapon. Sliced rubies and broken ores. A mist of forms. I wish the experience went further. I wish I didn’t have so many choices. I wish I could look somewhere else than myself by being tied to the grazing of bullets and the compression of space. At its purest SUPERHOT triggers like a reversion of time itself; me, knowing the momentum of damage and enemies so completely that I can speedrun the game. Play it, actually, at a regular pace. Ain’t that something. A slow game, but present.
Delete - Self-vore; masturbartory reflexivity bores me. But SUPERHOT was so close. Its gradual subtraction of every expansions made to the original concept pushes past the cringe by committing to a proper state of powerlessness. But at the end of each stage, when vision itself has been euthanized and verbs stripped away from the player, we’re given the option to give up. Press [E] to access the text. The game should have left us to rot in there. Let the player figure out new ways to still assert dominance over its environment in the absence of tools to do so. The game’s not inventive enough - in both mechanics and level-design - to do that. A shame. All that’s left, then, is a language only dispensed by the screen - our usual one-way mirrors. Ten minutes of me pressing [E] to get the syllables drooling out of my mouth. Sweet nothingness lost in Amygdalatropolis. Yelling that same sentence into the void.
SUPER
HOT
SUPER
HOT
SUPER
HOT
SUPER
HOT
SUPER
HOT
SUPER
HOT
SUPER
[Just a hollow sense of progression and power]
HOT.
What matters is what happens between these two words.
SUPERHOT.
It wants to peel back the layers of your skull.
SUPERHOT.
Feast on my flesh until nothing remains.
.
3 thoughts on SUPER[SUPER]HOT.
Mind - Katana reveals all; the swift executions and parry-play are at the essence of what works within this new framework of roguelike repetition because it prevents the action from jerking-off in bullet-time. The staccato begins to act in service of rhythmic motions where physicality is no longer a disembodied affair of firearms and trajectories locating the feedback loop in the anonymity of manikins instead putting our ever-fragile avatar at the center of the violence in ways that renders frisson by putting emphasis on the cut. Distances and deflections. How to bridge the gap between the two. Invoking. Channeling. SUPERHOT.
Control - Hacks.exe; they elevate the core systems without rendering the whole ugly. It’s impossible to escape the allure of the metagame. “Killheal.hack” and “Lightreflex.hack” are kings. And kings do not matter in sequences whose escalating difficulty so clearly correlates with the aesthetics of kinesthesia - strategies are established in style before substance, a perfect action-run framed in replays, so challenge is (and must remain) a modular canvas here. Strong back-half. Exhausting waves met with zen. Repress the urge to shatter - obsidian is thy weapon. Sliced rubies and broken ores. A mist of forms. I wish the experience went further. I wish I didn’t have so many choices. I wish I could look somewhere else than myself by being tied to the grazing of bullets and the compression of space. At its purest SUPERHOT triggers like a reversion of time itself; me, knowing the momentum of damage and enemies so completely that I can speedrun the game. Play it, actually, at a regular pace. Ain’t that something. A slow game, but present.
Delete - Self-vore; masturbartory reflexivity bores me. But SUPERHOT was so close. Its gradual subtraction of every expansions made to the original concept pushes past the cringe by committing to a proper state of powerlessness. But at the end of each stage, when vision itself has been euthanized and verbs stripped away from the player, we’re given the option to give up. Press [E] to access the text. The game should have left us to rot in there. Let the player figure out new ways to still assert dominance over its environment in the absence of tools to do so. The game’s not inventive enough - in both mechanics and level-design - to do that. A shame. All that’s left, then, is a language only dispensed by the screen - our usual one-way mirrors. Ten minutes of me pressing [E] to get the syllables drooling out of my mouth. Sweet nothingness lost in Amygdalatropolis. Yelling that same sentence into the void.
SUPER
HOT
SUPER
HOT
SUPER
HOT
SUPER
HOT
SUPER
HOT
SUPER
HOT
SUPER
[Just a hollow sense of progression and power]
HOT.
I was tricked by steam reviews, wich says 87% positive. I thought Mind Control Delete is a great succesor of one of my favorite indie games. It's not. Game is tideos, artificially lengthened and simply not fair. Your walkthrough depends mostly on luck. New abilities that you earn progressing the game just sucks compared to what you got on the start. I'd rather replay superhot a few more times.
They could've done the same game but they made a piece of garbage that trully depends on luck. What I really mean by luck is that, in some levels (randomly) invincible demond-like man and katana man are rushing towards you and make your game shit.
eu iria fazer uma review engraçada e tals, mas eu gostei do jogo, o que me entristeceu no jogo foi ter q ficar esperando 2 HORAS E MEIA pro final e a questão replay do jogo, é chata, enjoativa e o sistema de roguelike dele é uma merda, teve varias vezes q eu canse de jogar por conta disso, mas de resto... SUPER HOT
Why couldnt you just make the same game but again, in one of the only times this would have been kino to do?
Roguelike game design almost always sucks, genuinely, and it's all laid out in this game. It's almost always been used by lazy game devs as a crutch for their inability to make good games. The 1/10 in the genre stand out because those games are masterfully crafted with the genre in mind, and end up becoming masterpieces because the talent behind them were, well, talented. This game reeks of laziness and slophouse production. It just takes the original game, ruins it with roguelike elements, then creates an awful environment where levels feel so cheap and uncreative. The powers you get, the way equipment is handled, the way you tackle on the same bland levels over and over, it's genuinely like getting an amazing main course meal like the orignal game, then just dumping a ton of desert on top of it that doesn't match the main meal. "What do you mean you don't like ice cream on your carbonara? They're both great food items you like to eat, so we mixed them!" ahh game.
Roguelike game design almost always sucks, genuinely, and it's all laid out in this game. It's almost always been used by lazy game devs as a crutch for their inability to make good games. The 1/10 in the genre stand out because those games are masterfully crafted with the genre in mind, and end up becoming masterpieces because the talent behind them were, well, talented. This game reeks of laziness and slophouse production. It just takes the original game, ruins it with roguelike elements, then creates an awful environment where levels feel so cheap and uncreative. The powers you get, the way equipment is handled, the way you tackle on the same bland levels over and over, it's genuinely like getting an amazing main course meal like the orignal game, then just dumping a ton of desert on top of it that doesn't match the main meal. "What do you mean you don't like ice cream on your carbonara? They're both great food items you like to eat, so we mixed them!" ahh game.
one of the rare occasions where i think just doing the same game all over again would be better