me, eating a pile of nuts, cheese, and apple: mmmm tasty
the medieval peasant in my head watching me eat: thou knowst what would MAKETH this meal? dried fruits.
me, getting out the raisins: god damn, etheldred, you are SO right
the medieval peasant in my head: yet thou art still not heeding mine words regarding the blasphemy
What shocked me about Pentiment is that it soon becomes very clear you're not here to solve the murder. You're not here to speak the truth. The system is inherently unjust and you're here to find evidence to condemn someone.
Even if the person is guilty, do they deserve death and damnation (they're Christians they believe in that kind of things) for what they've done? The game don't give you the time to investigate everything. Do you choose to investigate someone further because they seem guilty, or because you WANT them to be?
Most detective games won't let you move on until you find the right culprit, and you're delivering justice. The world will be illuminated by the truth. But most detective game don't make you watch the public execution.
i’m obsessed with the mum from ponyo. driving single lane on a cliff edge? drift those turns in your nissan cube. husband has to work an extra shift? tell him to fuck off in morse code. pet fish turned into a child on your driveway? adopt her. town drowned in a tsunami? leave your 5 year old in charge, he’s the man of the house now
don't mind me just getting emotional about the way art makes echoes and like lenore's bravery saving lives in the years to come, edgar allen poe's art, which was inspired by the artists before him, inspires art that will inspire art that will inspire art –– that forms a bloodline of its own, traceable for history and far more lasting than money ever could be.