The MISSING: J.J. Macfield and the Island of Memories

失踪:J.J. 麦克菲尔德和追忆岛：横版闯关剧情游戏，发现TGA入围名单有，所以打算试试，总体感觉一般。 1：有繁体中文字幕。 2：画质一般，部分美术还行，带血腥。 3：剧情前面云里雾里，后面原来如此，可能玩的过快，代入感一般。 4：体量正常玩7-8小时通关，全成就更久点。 5：最喜欢的是操作和解谜部分，疯狂JJ，滴血重生，上下颠倒，浴火狂奔。 6：全收集得打二周目，不能随时存档有点麻烦，死了重头打费时间。 总体来说是马马虎虎，十块钱的小游戏。

Faraway from being perfect, but that's precisely why it's a special one.

Putting the Inside in Inside Mari, the Limbs in Limbo, the- best I leave Cocoon unsaid. There's two entirely different games here operating at two separate levels of quality and focus. There's also a few points where the game likes to be silly by reminding us of Super Meat Boy's unfortunate legacy. The game side takes the motifs of Lynch, but sends Lynch back to the trenches by telling on itself (while not being that opaque in the first place). It's a bog-standard Odyssey of the self conducted through snapped necks and self-immolation. It's island is too standard to be as surreal or psychological as it really ought to be, though I get hiding your hand. Very passable, but ultimately felt like a vessel for the real game of Donut collection. The Missing puts the Secret in Secret Little H- sorry, sorry. The optional texts from your mother and five confidants that unfurl through getting enough data from your phone to see how you got here bring so many dilemmas and believability to the table. I... really like these characters. Archetypal or not, I've known these characters. I've been JJ against Lilys, admired people like Abby, endeared myself similarly for my professor's to show their nerdy side. I've also cut myself off from Lilys, Abbys and Professors scared of what my face looked like in their head. [spoilers from here on] They're all good friends, people I could see myself falling in with, pleasing and endearing to listen to, but they're also incredibly transactional or objectifying. We're Abby's vent, Phillip's pedestal, Lily's lust... and in the stress of having your social identity on the line, especially in a telegraphed hostile environment towards queer people, it's so easy to use those things as reasons to run, to disappear in the woods amidst the Estrogen Elves and Spiro Serpents until they can't recognize you anymore, until your bond is rotted drippage. Professor Goodman is an exception, but there's no person more ephemeral in their significance than a teacher, no person more capable of throwing us to the flames of Mother. Mother made me tremble, my arm shaking over the arrow keys as I clicked through her discovery. Trauma recalled, I guess, because I've been in this exact position... was forced to come out prematurely to not be seen as disgusting in my own home. Lucky me my parents are liberals, I guess... I don't think I would have survived voices outside my own head telling me I was wrong, disgusting, one of God's mistakes, cus I ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ know you internalize all that ♥♥♥♥. Emily is the beacon through that, yet the ultimate premise is that she is parroting your own words, your own actions, sympathetically signalling to you your own self-destruction. It's always you, gouging your eyes out, succumbing to the spectres of utter condemnation. There's always someone left, willing to chop themselves to bits to even loosen your chains. Love speaks louder than the judgement crucibles of unknown eyes, the cacophany of self-termination. I... don't think JJ is good trans rep, but the capacity to delve into such transient shared experiences, to be thrown into the lens of utter distrust, uncertainty and hostility one perceives the world through for daring to read Butler and deny Freud is pinpoint accurate. I shook, I cried, I laughed, I longed. Maybe I should reach out to my Lilys and Abbys again, erase the scars of my dead face from the world. Still, fear of Mother grasps me, fear of my nihilistic, loveless past. Reparations for DP2 or not, this gives me hope that we can dismantle the utter fear and stigma of being your best self.