Victim Doll made me feel so many different emotions during my ~1,5 hours with her, most of which I have rarely felt in Art, let alone Video Games. She left me speechless except the exclaimation "What the fuck" in all the ways I could exclaim it after the 'thanks for playing' text attempted to pluck me out again.

A violently horny intrusive thought with an appropriate smut of Marx. Conjured up by DOMINOCLUB & communistsister inside the skeletal Video Super Videotome engine, leaving the player only a hand full of choices they have real autonomy over, but its dithering Vicera are enough to punch through.
The atmospheric, crunched-out audio-visual synthesis imply a mood rather than a descriptive purpose and paired with the "it takes all place in the readers head" natural strength of literature leaves room for the recipients mind to interpretate and elevate it above just the sum of it's parts.

I thought the content and trigger warning was a trick to program fear inside the player's head before the game has even properly started, but no, it is sincere and fully appropriate.

I don't want to spoil more, just appetise the sick or give a healthy heads-up. Maybe also, because I can never hold back for long on hiding shitty referential double meaning in my prose and the game is free on itch anyway. Also any art that manages to make me pull the Dutch Google-translater up, to understand every single throw-away line, has to had fully gripped me.

Fuck Landlords.