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zero81kuro
For: Happy Fantazma
For: Happy Fantazma
Stop making avoidance without test play.
This game isn't worth playing at all.
Unfair attack and 0 pixel apple sometimes kills you.
I give this game 1 score because of visual.
[19] Likes
This game isn't worth playing at all.
Unfair attack and 0 pixel apple sometimes kills you.
I give this game 1 score because of visual.
Rating: 1.0 10
Difficulty: 90 90
Jul 22, 2020
YaBoiMarcAntony
For: I wanna give the cat some acid
For: I wanna give the cat some acid
Lovely visuals, though I wouldn't have liked them if I saw them for, say, 15 screens. Nonetheless, the visuals are the strong point, while the needle is more or less fine. A lot of is quite interesting, but there's also many irritating jumps that really put a damper on the experience. I quite like the save sound, but then I'm extremely easy to please if you just use a cat in any way, so.
[0] Likes
Rating: 5.5 55
Difficulty: 55 55
Jul 22, 2020
Cthaere
For: I Wanna Be The Ultimate Super Guy
For: I Wanna Be The Ultimate Super Guy
An 8 stage Sudoku game full to the brim with every Sudoku trope, and while that does make parts of it tedious, bullshit and cryptic, it also has plenty of the bizarre and ridiculous shenanigans that make Sudoku games truly shine. From fucked up control schemes that can persist past the stage you got them in, through incredibly cryptic shortcuts of otherwise normal-looking (if incredibly hard) screens and ending on hilariously bizarre cycles, with bosses ranging from "my first boss" through high effort meme avoidances to some of the most cursed bosses I've ever seen, this game has plenty of variety, weirdness and charm. A must play for the Sudoku enthusiast.
Tagged as: Sudoku
[1] Like
Rating: 8.5 85
Difficulty: 60 60
Jul 22, 2020
YaBoiMarcAntony
For: I wanna walk to the store
For: I wanna walk to the store
This cinematic masterpiece opens with you standing in front of your lowly home in the desert. You're given no clear idea of what to do, though logic tells you that you either want to see the light that shines through us (or you want to do something right, depending on when you look) according to the game heading, or you want to walk to the store. A clear answer is revealed through walking into your home, which supplies you with this command:
"Walk to the store and fetch some milk would you please?"
There are a couple things to note:
1) All of the text is red except for the word "milk." Perhaps this suggests that the one who asked is of impure character, or in some way tainted. This milk, then, is a pure substance; thus, they want to be purified.
2) The home is desiccated and depressing, reminding one of the old flash horror game The House, but with far less decoration. This suggests the natural state of your character as well as that being who asked for the milk is one of despair, lacking almost anything but the walls which keep them safe from what waits outside.
With all this recognized, your next goal is this: start walking. So, you walk. For a while, you find yourself wondering what obstacles you'll come across on your journey, and some time after that thought flitters through your mind, you'll find an answer in the form of a cactus. The cactus is a simple foe, one that necessitates only the mere act of two full jumps to be safely circumvented. That, my friends, is the only thing you'll be seeing for a while. That and the dune-filled background with the picturesque sky filling out the blank spaces. The sound of wind fills your ears and gets under your skin, allowing you to feel that fierce bite of nature. There's almost this itching sensation like the sand particles have gotten under your skin.
More likely, that itching sensation is the dull buzz of boredom as you realize that this walk to the store is not one for the faint of heart, nor one that those with weak legs should tackle. As the seconds tick away, you realize something: this is murder. Each moment passes away, spent on some worthless joke of a game, like sending a man to the executioner merely for their existence. There is no variety, though one could not be sure that the cacti are equidistant from each other. Every step, every breath, every blink, every movement closer towards the end of your life, all of these changes weigh on the soul the longer your walk to the store goes on. At some point, you almost wonder if ever there was a store to be found.
And when that thought rolls in like crashing waves beating against one's mind, you'll see through the sea foam something quite beautiful: the store.
Into the store you go for milk, but milk you find not; instead, you find a bottle of alcohol. With no other option, you take the alcohol and head outside to find your surroundings have changed. The dusty tan of the dunes is now darkened with a cobalt shade, and the skies have become like Venus's own heavens; yet, the wind blows on. You walk further, having no choice but to fly hurling into the face of this hellscape. Your walk slowly takes on darker tones as you close the distance between store and home, and by the time you see your first cactus, you'll realize something is quite wrong. The vibrant green of the cacti that you were so familiar with, the cacti that you began to feel joy at seeing for being something different, they have turned purple, or worse. Some cacti are mangled, or otherwise decorated with unfamiliar things, most have changed sizes altogether. So too as you walk do new sounds flow forth from the world; the wind begins to become distorted and twisted, sometimes breaking off into nothingness altogether, dogs bark at you from nowhere, and finally the wind takes its leave, and you're alone with the sounds of an unknown being and their howl.
The walk home feels longer than the walk to the store, though one could not be sure of that statement's veracity. Perhaps the abundance of variety in one's surroundings make more of the walk stand out. Nonetheless, after some time, you make it home.
"Home sweet home"
And the sounds of abuse play on as the screen fades to darkness....
"Walk to the store and fetch some milk would you please?"
There are a couple things to note:
1) All of the text is red except for the word "milk." Perhaps this suggests that the one who asked is of impure character, or in some way tainted. This milk, then, is a pure substance; thus, they want to be purified.
2) The home is desiccated and depressing, reminding one of the old flash horror game The House, but with far less decoration. This suggests the natural state of your character as well as that being who asked for the milk is one of despair, lacking almost anything but the walls which keep them safe from what waits outside.
With all this recognized, your next goal is this: start walking. So, you walk. For a while, you find yourself wondering what obstacles you'll come across on your journey, and some time after that thought flitters through your mind, you'll find an answer in the form of a cactus. The cactus is a simple foe, one that necessitates only the mere act of two full jumps to be safely circumvented. That, my friends, is the only thing you'll be seeing for a while. That and the dune-filled background with the picturesque sky filling out the blank spaces. The sound of wind fills your ears and gets under your skin, allowing you to feel that fierce bite of nature. There's almost this itching sensation like the sand particles have gotten under your skin.
More likely, that itching sensation is the dull buzz of boredom as you realize that this walk to the store is not one for the faint of heart, nor one that those with weak legs should tackle. As the seconds tick away, you realize something: this is murder. Each moment passes away, spent on some worthless joke of a game, like sending a man to the executioner merely for their existence. There is no variety, though one could not be sure that the cacti are equidistant from each other. Every step, every breath, every blink, every movement closer towards the end of your life, all of these changes weigh on the soul the longer your walk to the store goes on. At some point, you almost wonder if ever there was a store to be found.
And when that thought rolls in like crashing waves beating against one's mind, you'll see through the sea foam something quite beautiful: the store.
Into the store you go for milk, but milk you find not; instead, you find a bottle of alcohol. With no other option, you take the alcohol and head outside to find your surroundings have changed. The dusty tan of the dunes is now darkened with a cobalt shade, and the skies have become like Venus's own heavens; yet, the wind blows on. You walk further, having no choice but to fly hurling into the face of this hellscape. Your walk slowly takes on darker tones as you close the distance between store and home, and by the time you see your first cactus, you'll realize something is quite wrong. The vibrant green of the cacti that you were so familiar with, the cacti that you began to feel joy at seeing for being something different, they have turned purple, or worse. Some cacti are mangled, or otherwise decorated with unfamiliar things, most have changed sizes altogether. So too as you walk do new sounds flow forth from the world; the wind begins to become distorted and twisted, sometimes breaking off into nothingness altogether, dogs bark at you from nowhere, and finally the wind takes its leave, and you're alone with the sounds of an unknown being and their howl.
The walk home feels longer than the walk to the store, though one could not be sure of that statement's veracity. Perhaps the abundance of variety in one's surroundings make more of the walk stand out. Nonetheless, after some time, you make it home.
"Home sweet home"
And the sounds of abuse play on as the screen fades to darkness....
Tagged as: Special
[2] Likes
Rating: N/A
Difficulty: 10 10
Jul 22, 2020
MikuStar263
For: I wanna on LC
For: I wanna on LC
Tagged as: One_jump
[0] Likes
Rating: N/A
Difficulty: N/A
Jul 21, 2020
MikuStar263
For: I wanna Atone the Flower
For: I wanna Atone the Flower
Tagged as: One_jump
[0] Likes
Rating: N/A
Difficulty: N/A
Jul 21, 2020