The Lost Mixtape

Here I am, watching a trailer of some godforsaken new indie game - clearly destined for the landfill of history. Funnie racoone game, sure, whatever. I sit there marveling what people spend their precious lifeforce upon. Naturally, I've no intention of actually playing it. Firstly, come on? Secondly, what could it give me, really? Thirdly, playing games in 2026, are you crazy? The door to my room is flung open. An 18-month-old creature barges in, as they do. The creature sees the creature on the other side of the screen. The creature this side of the screen points its index finder. It proclaims: 'Onya! Onya!' That would be our 18-month-oldish idiolect of Russian for "racoon". 'That's right. A racoon' 'Onya! Onya!' 'So what did you want?' 'Onya! Onya!' This is getting out of hand. I switch the window. 'Onya! Onya!' 'Ah, you've brought a folding book! Come on, let's read then!' 'Onya! Onya!' Damn. 'Onya! Onya!' It's not like it's all that expensive, after all... 'Onya! Onya!' Three minutes later Onya is invoked. It crawls around the abandoned district like poisoned Corvo Attano, devouring used gumballs to more certainly demolish its digestive tract, its headphones blasting whatever flavor of I-don't-know-what-kind-of-techno-punk-this-is-supposed-to-be-but-it-feels-prehistoric-and-truesight-granting. The creature this side of the screen smashes spacebar, and the creature on the other side of the screen jumps tucking in its paws with amusing digital animal grace. We crawl and snoop in the landfill of history. The creature this side of the screen appears quite amused. But then something is wrong. The creature this side of the screen is exhibiting signs of unease. At first, it's motionlessness. Then it's an odd whimper. And then a weak but unmistakable weeping. The music goes off immediately, as the most likely culprit. The reaction does not subside. Up goes the familiar music of "Soul Rebels" by Bob Marley. It bears the creature's stamp of approval. The reaction stops. Onya is on the move again. But wait, the reaction is immediately back! What was it? Onya's rapid movements? The desolation of the empty space? The music, after all? The creature this side of the screen leaves never to return. In the following days Onya is never mentioned. It's just me and Onya now. I press spacebar, and the creature on the other side of the screen jumps tucking in its paws with amusing digital animal grace. Onya's face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, it sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of its feet. Onya is thorough and hopeful. Onya wants the old raves to rage once more. Onya is the beacon of life in this dead supermarket. Onya wants to find every coin and use it to get every one of those little mechanical contraptions, attractions and distractions living and vaunting their little lights, sounds, bells, whistles, smokes and mirrors yet again. Onya would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in its paws with such violence that Onya can no longer tuck them in. The storm irresistibly propels it into the future to which its back is turned, while the pile of debris before it grows skyward. That's what the instinct of the creature this side of the screen unmistakably identified and cut off as a destructive experience. But my security system is far beyond repair. I'm already eating from this trashcan. I remain here, Onya as my avatar, stalking this infinite blue landfill of history.

It's a fun little cozy exploration game with a charming environment filled with cool little Easter eggs. The music is wonderful and really helps set the tone!

About an 1 - 2 hr of gameplay. (I missed an early collectible and had to backtrack later) Tons of things to find, areas to explore, some just out of sight to find, and some excellent music! Can we talk about the jumping though? Sometimes I felt agile, aerodynamic, flying through the air with grace and other times I was just a fat sack of fluff that just fell to the ground unexpected... I imagine it's similar to an actual raccoon. Both loved and hated the experience. Overall, solid exploration collection game to spend an afternoon on--especially for the price (on sale $3.99 USD) and to support an indie dev team. P.S. The messages and real QR code for Léo was NICE touch. Love clever details like that.

Don't forget to feed the raccoon :0 10/10 soundtrack Would recommend if you're a casual or completionist !

A great but short time with solid world design. Even with such a short game you can really tell the amount of time they put into the world and making sure how to subtly guide you to the right direction. Every nook to explore was rewarded. It was a bit hard to figure out where exactly you would fall off a platform but outside of that really enjoyed the controls. Grab it if you're looking for a nice little exploration game. The music was all solid and enjoyable. Wet parking was my favorite tape. I am excited to see the future developments of Vided as they clearly have something here. I would strongly advise on optimizing as this doesn't run too well on Steam Deck but is a solid a quick bite title that would be great for killing an hour on the go.

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Did not knock over anyone's compost bins, as a raccoon myself I find this very inacurate. Still, banger soundtrack, 10/10 🦝

Feed the raccoon