When you first get into this shooter... | Urja

When you first get into this shooter you feel like you've arrived into a land of the crazy - smoothly gliding entities disguised as shiny chess pieces move around some surreal landscape structures, totally ignoring you and each other they collect energy drops left from random meteorite hits and just keep strafing here and there.. when you try pushing buttons you discover your shooting ability depletes that energy from your pawn body - and if you are unlucky to hit someone the elder pieces move over to prosecute you without a trial. You like: 'Wut?!', and after you find the manual you like: 'It's the stranges gameplay I've seen!'

Really, it's an attempt to make a social AI model (like seen in anti-utopias such as '1984' or prisons and other mean societies) in a from of minimalistic FPS: you ought to make your way up in the ranks sucking on the rival's bodily energy so that no higher authority see and condamn you! Let the fog cover your evil behavior for if you obey the law you will end up just a miserable servant in the level ruled by powerful lords. And no, you can't organize a revolt with your fellow pawns cause you ain't got no communication means except shooting and sucking, so just sneaky individual terror acts work. Then the situation get even harder for as soon as you 'vampirize' your first bishop, you not only keep searching for a pray in secrecy but also constantly look around not to become one yourself!

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Êîãäà âïåðâûå çàõîäèøü â ýòó ñòðåëÿëêó, òàêîå îùóùåíèå, ÷òî ïîïàë â ñòðàíó ñóìàñøåäøèõ - ìÿãêî ñêîëüçÿùèå ñóùíîñòè, çàìàñêèðîâàííûå ïîä øàõìàòíûå ôèãóðû, ïåðåìåùàþòñÿ ïî íåðåàëüíûì ïåéçàæíûì ñòðóêòóðàì, è, íå îáðàùàÿ âíèìàíèÿ íè íà òåáÿ, íè äðóã íà äðóãà, ñîáèðàþò êàïëè ýíåðãèè, îñòàþùèåñÿ îò ñëó÷àéíûõ ìåòåîðèòîâ, è ïðîñòî äâèãàþòñÿ èç ñòîðîíû â ñòîðîíó... êîãäà ïûòàåøüñÿ ïîíàæèìàòü íà êíîïêè, îáíàðóæèâàåøü, ÷òî ñïîñîáíîñòü ê ñòðåëüáå èñòîùàåò ýòó ýíåðãèþ èç òâîåãî òåëà ïåøêè, à åñëè íåïîñ÷àñòëèâèòñÿ â êîãî-íèáóäü ïîïàñòü, òî ñáåãóòñÿ ñòàðøèå ôèãóðû è ïîêàðàþò áåç ñóäà è ñëåäñòâèÿ. Òû òàêîé: "×î?!", - à êàê íàéäåøü ðóêîâîäñòâî: "Ýòî ñàìûé ñòðàííûé èãðîâîé ïðîöåññ, ÷òî ÿ âèäåë!"

Ïðàâäà, ýòî ïîïûòêà ñîçäàòü ìîäåëü îáùåñòâåííîãî èñêóññòâåííîãî èíòåëëåêòà (êàê â àíòèóòîïèÿõ âðîäå "1984", òþðüìàõ è ïðî÷èõ ïîäëûõ ñîîáùåñòâàõ) â âèäå ìèíèìàëèñòè÷íîé ñòðåëÿëêè îò ïåðâîãî ëèöà: íóæíî ïðîáèâàòüñÿ ââåðõ ïî ñëóæåáíîé ëåñòíèöå, îòñàñûâàÿ òåëåñíóþ ýíåðãèþ èç ñîïåðíèêîâ òàê, ÷òîáû íå çàìåòèëè ñìîòðÿùèå! Äà ñîêðîåò òóìàí òâîè çëîäåÿíèÿ, èáî, âåäÿ ñåáÿ ìèðîëþáèâî, òû êîí÷èøü óáîãèì ñëóãîþ íà óðîâíå, ãäå öàðÿò ìîãóùåñòâåííûå ãîñïîäà. È íåò, ðåâîëþöèþ áîñûõ ïåøåê îðãàíèçîâàòü íå ïîëó÷èòñÿ, òàê êàê íåò ñðåäñòâ îáùåíèÿ êðîìå âûñòðåëîâ è îòñîñà, ïîýòîìó ðàáîòàåò ëèøü ñêðûòíûé èíäèâèäóàëüíûé òåððîð. Çàòåì ñòàíîâèòñÿ åùå ñëîæíåå, êîãäà "âàìïèðèçèðóåøü" ñâîåãî ïåðâîãî ñëîíà - íå òîëüêî ïðîäîëæàåøü ïîòèõîíüêó èñêàòü æåðòâó, íî è âñå âðåìÿ îãëÿäûâàåøüñÿ, ÷òîáû ñàìîìó íå îêàçàòüñÿ åþ!˜˜˜˜˜˜˜ dle 10.6˜˜˜˜˜˜ ˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜˜