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The Perfect Color
The Perfect Color
Comment on what you think of it, because I'm genuinely curious.
What do you think the message of the game is?
Do you agree with what I'm saying?
Disclaimer: This game may be very difficult for the colorblind.
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Hey, don't be so hard on yourself. You're actually doing some stuff, which is, y'know, progress. And why do you care what some theoretical girl thinks- she seems like a real bitch anyways!
Are you still here? Get out of here already, the blog's not for you.
What the hell, man? This is supposed to be a short post, not another one of your endless dialogues! And now you have to show up, and make this into a big deal! I'm just giving you some advice, some friendly advice here, man to man, and you have to turn this into a whole argument!
Sorry. You can keep going.
Nah, I'm done.
It was supposed to be short, man. It's your blog, you ought to know how it works..
Sorry.
The Nightmare Scenario
The Nightmare Scenario
I'll leave the room, because if I'm there it might not be an honest reaction and I'll need the honest reaction. And then I'll pace around in the hall a little, running through all the ways the conversation could go.
It'll be silly, worrying so much when it's still just the first scene. I'll imagine the game playing out in my head, trying to guess reactions. Now that it's too late, I'll realize a few ways to misinterpret what's going on that I'd never thought of before. Not that there could have been any way to get around those. A few times I'll suppress the urge to walk back in. Don't look desperate. Don't look desperate. I'll try doing other things, but my mind'll be back in that room. Nothing else will seem to matter.
I'll leave the house, wander around scared, hide in a corner, find that I don't feel any more safe in that corner, go back, eat some junk food, and go back to pacing. No, not pacing. Stop pacing. When she comes out, she shouldn't see you pacing. It's not important, no pressure. (By this point I'll be sweating.) No pressure.
1 Comments:
Mory, I just played through this and I think this is friggin' phenomenal! It was a delightfully inventive little thing to play and the ending really resonated.
I was fooling around a bit initially until people started 'messing up' my creation and turning it towards grey. Then I tried creating a triangle with the three primary colours, and I was hoping to make the rest of the colour scale from there. Hopefully that way I could have appeased everybody, though dividing them spatially into 'factions'.
I don't know what the intended message was - I think this lends itself to a multiplicity of readings and I don't necessarily believe in crystallising these into any given one (including the author's). That would probably mean making the colour of the interpretation 'grey' rather than letting it be my own! :D
However I did get a sense that it took a strong stand against homogenization - aka best to express yourself individually regardless of pleasing others, because otherwise you'll add nothing of your own to the mix.
Anyway, great work! A serious thumbs up on my side.
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