Playing Seasons made me realize I forgot something of great importance, probably the most important thing of all important things, judging by the MPAA criteria to rate a movie, at least. Here it goes:
If you think being exposed to words like the above creates a micro black hole inside your intestines, then you should steal your chocolate cookies from another jar.
> more explanations after the warning
Seasons by Poster
Start Seasons up. Fool around for a few turns, get lost, whatever, then type ‘FUCK’. Go ahead, I’ll wait.
Yes, the game gives you a “The world shatters.” response, and then it closes on your face. Now start it up again and type ‘QUIT’. You’ll be asked if you really want to do it (which you will, sooner or later), and then the game just stays there, without closing. Now, if I go as far as saying this was the high point of Seasons for me, will you guess how much I liked it?
If you guessed I didn’t liked anything about it, you’re wrong.
As it stands, Seasons isn’t an intro (again!), but an unfinished, sandboxy, surreal, confusing, buggy, ultrapoetical, incomprehensible game. After half an hour into it, I’ve found handfuls of programming errors, one NPC of little impact, a few interesting spooky moments (I’ll get into that), a lot of over-the-top descriptions (I’ll get into that also), and no point whatsoever about what am I suppose to be doing.
But let’s talk about those descriptions. Imagine a field with grass, except for that dirt line without grass. For this reason alone, let’s call this dirt line a ‘path’. But calling this “a field of grass with a path” is dull, so let’s go for “a field as a green gift of wobbling illusions, wrapped with a fragile ribbon of gold and promises, longing for the twirl of an infant’s finger to pull into existence, only to reveal the bones of our fathers, a sign of our failures to come, while the air fills your head with screams of shame and shouts of blame, as if Santa Claus is the curse of the misfits.” There, much better. Now repeat for every tree, leave and log cabin you find, and you have Seasons. Yes, I’m exaggerating. No, I am not.
Now let’s talk about those moments who actually made me think there’s something here to come back to. Every once in a while, you see things which are not. I’m not talking about the dreams, those are trivial, but about looking at yourself buried in the dirt, or the face with the mask inside the cabin. These are little moments which made me think that, with a lot more restraint and player guidance, this could be made a creepy and interesting piece.
So, when this intro ended, I was mildly curious as to what is to become of it when it grows up, but sadly for Seasons, it isn’t an intro. And other than incomplete, Seasons highly experimental trip is not betatested, and it will be rated low.
> fuck it
The world shatters.