Disillusion ST

Если Дисилюжин это проба пера, то СТ - это идеал. Правда есть один минус... это БЛЯТСКИЙ РАНДОМ ♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥

Think Yume Nikki but 3D + more worlds + ~4 hours worth of music to fill your playthrough. Also a card game And combat you should turn off at the start (or not, you do you)

Everyone will climb the tower

DIE GOMI DIE

very very very gud

Disillusion ST is a deranged game that will drag you across the endless depths of Naraka as if you pissed in Buddha's hand, only for all madness and dread to fade away when, reaching a seemingly ordinary door, you come across the muse of tragedy, one of the few quieting, calming presences in this hell. Melpomene and her Golem traverse the cold Naraka, a place meant for souls to slough off their sins and bad karma, and Golem marches forever--never questioning and never asking why--until either the deed is done and the tower is built or you the player gives up, damning Golem to a punishment without a sentence to determine its end. You share this sentencing with the other wanderers of Naraka, from the new faces who look for a way back to what they left behind to those who've cozied up and made themselves a home in hell itself. Disillusion ST creates a distinct image of Naraka, of a personal hell you install and burn hours on and determine yourself how long your sentence is, and Melpomene, the Muse of Tragedy, is ironically one of the few calming, warming presences in all of hell. Even if what you're progressing to is a guaranteed tragedy, such a bittersweet ending is better than the never-ending, forever-wandering many people alive today feel their lives are like. It is Melpomene who disillusions us the player, who reminds us that this sentence is determined by ourselves, that there is indeed an ending on the horizon--comedic or tragic--and that loneliness and meaningless trudging through life can be redefined with a single action; all you have to do is open that door and meet all the world's strange-folk and pleasant-folk whole-heartedly. This game tricks you, blinding you to the fact that you are indeed playing a game, and Melpomene the Muse of Tragedy dispels the illusion that our lives is that cold, lonely Naraka.