The apocalypse as party and fantasy. No philosophy or worries. in the city, of course, because modern shooting festivals have to be in south east asian countries or the american city in total shit, or unscrupulous mercenaries or zombies reimagined, very sad.
Imsomniac Games seems to be made up of 12-year-olds or 45-year-olds, or something like that, with no middle ground because the overall aesthetic oscillates between unrestrained noise and extravagant weapons that 12-year-olds would imagine as "cool" (perhaps) and the shameful idea of "party" and "hip" that 40-year-olds have in mind (for sure)
And it is curious the strange dichotomy generated by that gloomy vision is reflected in its displacement mechanics; tremendous verticality and smoothness with a lot of support points. I jump to several levels in the architecture, and suddenly the rails rule, and the architecture flattens.
This is one of those games that block my thoughts because of the grime they generate in me, no matter how hostile it sounds
Imsomniac Games seems to be made up of 12-year-olds or 45-year-olds, or something like that, with no middle ground because the overall aesthetic oscillates between unrestrained noise and extravagant weapons that 12-year-olds would imagine as "cool" (perhaps) and the shameful idea of "party" and "hip" that 40-year-olds have in mind (for sure)
And it is curious the strange dichotomy generated by that gloomy vision is reflected in its displacement mechanics; tremendous verticality and smoothness with a lot of support points. I jump to several levels in the architecture, and suddenly the rails rule, and the architecture flattens.
This is one of those games that block my thoughts because of the grime they generate in me, no matter how hostile it sounds
Kipik
1 year ago