ghostpia Season One

我要为克拉拉发声

等不及要玩season two了，什么时候端上来？

《幽灵镇少女》9分。 一部完成度相当高的视觉小说，一部氛围独特的作品，有着顶级的演出表现。 失真故障+儿童绘本的美术风格，和剧本一起打造出5场充满个性的梦境。 同时在每章的首尾留下点到即止的故事片段，延续而又不重复，期待而又不吊胃口，相当高的剧情编排水准。 演出相当优秀，能把有限的信息玩得这么紧扣，碎片的同时又能做到连贯，低沉的同时又塞满了生活里的小情感而变得欢脱雀跃，和bgm一致，舒缓的乐器演奏配上清爽欢乐的人声，氛围上独一档。 就像是在一座火车上，飞驰在雪原上，和各种奇怪的乘客，欣赏窗外变换的景色。 不论发生什么事，也会再次出发。

道德水平有待下降，对我们克拉拉还是太好了（）

越品越不是滋味，什么时候处理好克拉拉的剧情问题什么时候改好评

挺有意思的，胡逼又搞怪，带着存于梦中的救赎 一个非常电波的游戏（特意识流 有着不错的文笔，很风格化的美术，好听的音乐，超级多的cg和画面演出，做的还是挺精致的

The stomachache of ghosts who have vomited their memories in the midst of an endless winter. A rusty, bloody melancholy hidden behind pastel-colored pixels and cute smiles. The ultimate proof of how boring, how sickly a prison sentence immortality truly is. Pure melancholy, pure glitch, pure captivity! We have arrived at this ghost town where the snow never melts, where ghosts drown in their own existential crises, you paupers of memory. You look at the screen and think we have before us cute little anime girls drawn in soft pastel tones, don't you? What colossal stupidity! Behind that sweet display, this game carves into you with a bloody razor the fact that "immortality" is actually an endless decay, a meaningless and suffocating loop. Sayoko's numb, hollow melancholy is, in fact, the exact reflection of that feeling of not belonging anywhere in your own pathetic minds. The true striking point of this monstrosity is its "kinetic novel" nature. While watching those bloody, violence-filled scenes torn by visual glitches appearing on the screen, you think you can somehow alter destiny. Yet your pathetic fingers are condemned to press nothing but the 'forward' button. There are no choices, no free will, no salvation. You are strictly forced to submit to that sickly narrative, to sit like a good little dog and swallow the pus of this broken town. The blending of brutal violence with those cute graphics in such a frivolous manner is a magnificent audacity designed specifically to shatter the player's delicate moral compass! The dead struggling to lose their memories, and the living tearing themselves apart to remember... Ghostpia slaps you in the face with how that poisonous sugar called nostalgia gnaws at a person from the inside out. Those cunning developers have buried such heavy nihilism and existential desperation among cute ghosts that, while watching it, you realize the absolute insignificance of your own existence and want to bury yourself in that cold snow. In short; those obedient masochists who say, "I have no need for my own free will, I take a secret pleasure in a fiction dragging me by my hair into that snowy and bloody pit," should add this digital depression to the darkest shelf of their libraries. Keep pressing that obedient 'forward' button while the screen glitches and tears your sanity apart. Now let me sip my sulfuric acid in this snowy purgatory and giggle at your hollow desperation. Keep your wits about you, don't freeze in the snow. Now get lost! 7/10 Velhasıl... Pür-melankoli, pür-glitch, pür-esaret!