Scorn: The Art of the Game

Scorn: The Art of the Game

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  • Type:Epub+TxT+PDF+Mobi
  • Create Date:2022-10-22 08:51:43
  • Update Date:2025-09-06
  • Status:finish
  • Author:Titan Books
  • ISBN:1803363053
  • Environment:PC/Android/iPhone/iPad/Kindle

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Benjamin Uke

Inspired bio-punk body-horror aesthetic revolves heavily around the melding of flesh and machinery inspired a la Zdzisław Beksiński and H。R。 Geiger。 It looks like a dark story of creation。 Possibly the most viscerally unsettling games I've seen。 It starts with the player character waking from unconsciousness and finding himself enveloped in strange tendrils and half-embedded on the floor, which he then breaks out of。 The game's first section comprises of how the player got there。The lore of the Inspired bio-punk body-horror aesthetic revolves heavily around the melding of flesh and machinery inspired a la Zdzisław Beksiński and H。R。 Geiger。 It looks like a dark story of creation。 Possibly the most viscerally unsettling games I've seen。 It starts with the player character waking from unconsciousness and finding himself enveloped in strange tendrils and half-embedded on the floor, which he then breaks out of。 The game's first section comprises of how the player got there。The lore of the game is very similar to that of the Engineers of Prometheus。 Their story revealed in an early version of the script。 They, too, stopped reproducing, and the remedy for that was to be the discovery of xenomorph and his blood, which, through the disintegration of the body, sowed new life on the planets。 The setting proper is in the rotting ruins of a biomechanical civilization。 All technology seems to be made from bone, chitin or steel as the framework structures, with bubbling flesh as the interactive medium。 Every machine the player interacts with oozes, drips and generally disperses all sorts of unhealthy-looking liquids, with blood being so prevalent it might just be what fuels the whole environment。 It's has a horrifying, cryptic stoyline that makes little sense outside the freudian aesthetic。 You cant look away。 。。。more