Is Games Journalism Corrupt?
Probably, to some extent. Having worked as a journalist briefly earlier in my life, and having been put off the career for life, I think you could argue and I would agree that to some extent all journalism is corrupt. How journalism works, in part, is by its very nature open to corruption. Let’s look at both sides – the industry (or subject) itself, and the journalists who write about it.
The industry side wants to get good press. Either individuals within it, or the PR industry that represent them endlessly flirts with journalists to get positive notice in the media. That’s how the business works, and that goes for almost any subject in journalism. The industry feeds information to journalists, whose job it is to report that information – it is a deeply symbiotic relationship, and by its nature highly incestuous.
The journalistic side wants to be a successful press. It does that by being better than the rest – having the scoop, the exclusive information, the angle that nobody else has seen. To try and do this it needs to be on the inside – it needs to foster close relationships with those it is reporting on. Again this is by its nature deeply incestuous.
But it’s a little like arguments against democracy – okay it’s a flawed system, but what better alternative do you have?
The most common response to that question is to crave objectivity, but this is an utterly flawed desire, in my opinion. And in my experience, when people say they want objectivity, they really just want the brand of subjectivity that they agree with. I do think objectivity is an aspiration that many journalists would have at some stage, and hope to reflect to some extent. But I think any practising journalist would or should know that as soon as you start constructing words or sentences, you are subjectively filtering everything through your own experience and worldview.
At this point, you have to really separate games journalism into its constituent parts; news, reviews, and opinion.
First of all, objectivity in games news reporting. I think it’s something people say they want, but when they get it they realise they don’t want it at all. Go to any major gaming website and you can filter the content for news alone, and you will get a steady stream of dry reporting of release dates, pricing information, and the like. It exists. The reason nobody really looks at it too much is that it’s boring. Simple as that. That’s why Kotaku, and Rock Paper Shotgun, rather than gaming news sites, have found long-term success. Even where you find dry news reporting, it is often accompanied by a comments section with all sorts of wild subjective opinions voiced.
Does anyone really want news reporting that is strictly objective? So there is an equal amount of news and space on each and every game in the World? Regardless of reach, origin, interest, success? No. If you like Halo and Call of Duty, you want to read news about Halo and Call of Duty. And you don’t want to read about release dates alone, you want to read about fun stuff and stupid stuff and opinions – that’s why the blog-style sites dominate, because people like reading them. If you want the most objective reporting on a game, then check Wikipedia (and then consider its own issues with objectivity).
Some of the recent criticisms of news reporting focus on personal relationships between journalists and game devs not being disclosed – ie mentioning a game without saying that you’re friends with the person involved in making it. But it’s a complicated issue, partly for reasons I’ve already touched on (they rely on each other for information). But added to that is the format of many games websites – these blog-format light-hearted sites aren’t objective by nature, so really anything goes in principle. There’s an irony in asking for underpaid journalists, who by their nature need to be emotionally invested in the artform, to ignore their own enthusiasm in their writing.
The truth is that #gamergate proponents have spent a month searching for examples of genuine impropriety, and have come up with a very small handful of rather weak examples from the many many thousands of pieces published yearly on gaming websites. There are a couple of examples where an article needed slightly more clarity and disclosure. But that’s really a minor issue I think.
Objective reviews are an interesting topic. I think in the last decade mainstream thinking has completely changed on this issue. In the ‘old days’ games were reviewed like fridges or toasters, with some objective-seeming criteria like length, value for money, graphics etc. And then everyone kind of realised how utterly ludicrous that was – it was pretending to be objective, but was by it’s nature absurdly subjective. Because long games aren’t necessarily better, and value for money depends whether you like what you’re getting, and graphics are not just a measure of fidelity or detail. When reviews pretended they were objective, they were in a sense corrupt.
So these days reviews are more honest about their subjectivity, and run the gamut, from highly personal reactions to the content, to focus on gameplay alone, to consumer-oriented advice. In short, they function like reviews of anything in any medium. And are imperfect by nature. You just can’t say a review isn’t objective enough, because reviews aren’t objective. You can not like a review, but that’s just, like, your opinion.
Corruption, though. Here’s corruption. When the editor looks around the office for someone to review the new Halo game, who does he pick? The guy who loves Halo. I absolutely guarantee this happens again and again. Because who reads the reviews? People who love Halo, that’s who. And guess what, that Halo game will usually get a positive review. This is corruption on a much wider, more fundamental scale than anything to do with conflicts of interest, or even embargoes and advertiser pressure. But what can we do about it? Nothing.
I think there’s a mass confusion over what various journalists are or what they are employed to do from their critics, and often making this key error – writing an opinion piece on a game or gaming or gamers is not the same as writing a news story. It just isn’t. I can understand that the roles have become blurred in people’s eyes, but really there is still a clear distinction between an opinion piece and a factual piece of news.
So recently many gamers have become upset at being attacked as ‘gamers’ in opinion pieces, particularly because of a few rather barbed pieces of writing about the changing nature of games in recent times, the ‘gamers are dead’ controversy. First of all I think those articles are largely misinterpreted by their critics – saying ‘gamers are dead’ is an inflammatory sleight of hand that writers often use for all sorts of subjects. When you read that ‘the written word is dead’ or ‘politics is dead’ you take it with a pinch of salt, or risk getting worked up over a thing written to provoke.
If you don’t agree with an opinion, or feel that it is attacking you, or even feel that the writer is completely wrong, it absolutely does not have to matter in the slightest to anyone but you. And it certainly does not make that writer or set of writers corrupt. Argue right back, by all means. But you can’t really argue that it’s corrupt to allow someone else their opinion, however invalid you may consider it.
Now I do agree this goes both ways. I don’t think, for example, the opinions of critics of games journalism have really been allowed to play out and be challenged within the media itself. I think the media’s approach has been to simply baton down the hatches and try and ride out the criticism, which is a poor response because of the following…
So I think the misunderstanding of the various issues around games journalism has created a maelstrom of misinformed opinion, which over time has been engineered into a series of conspiracy theories. This is what happens when wilful ignorance of the reality is allowed to fester unchallenged, and it’s as true of 9/11 truthers as it is of #gamergate.
“There is organised corruption among games journalists.” says #gamergate. No there really isn’t. There’s just a natural level of corruption through human error and oversight, and it’s of a very different, and more disparate nature than you seem to think. It has nothing to do with Zoe Quinn, or rotten apples in the media, or malfeasance. It has everything to do with the way journalism operates, and the difference between the principles of journalistic ethics, and the reality of the way journalists operate day to day. Not just games journalists, but any journalists.
If you disagree with that, then prove it. There have been many false claims over the past month, and a couple that have very minor merit to prove any corruption at all among journalists. And those that do prove a minor conflict of interest, show no signs of being a widespread or organised campaign of such.
“Journalists organised a counter-campaign against #gamergate which is by its nature corrupt“. There’s no proof of this. There’s proof that journalists talk together at how best to tackle issues around ethics. Or indeed how best to respond to #gamergate. But that is not corruption, it is discussion.
What there really is is a widespread belief among journalists that what #gamergate broadly claims about journalistic ethics is basically wrong, ie factually incorrect. Journalists do not conspire against others, and if they do it is a conspiracy of broad agreement on a topic, rather than evil intent. The fact that nearly all journalists seem united on this issue either means that there’s a massive conspiracy to hide the truth, or that the #gamergate conspiracy theories are basically untrue.
The usual arguments against conspiracy theories do apply here. Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence, and #gamergate has none. It has the idea that journalists speak to each other, and that journalists often write about what each other say and agree or disagree. But that is not evidence of a conspiracy, as it is entirely normal for such to be the case.
A Conspiracy of Politics?
There is this idea that what has actually occurred is a conspiracy to promote certain ideas and attitudes about games. Specifically the promotion of socially conscious ‘message games’ and feminist slants on gaming. Keep politics out of your journalism and our games, says #gamergate, as if that were ever possible.
I think this is tough to answer. I think there has been a broad campaign to support both of those causes. Because there is a broad consensus that they are worthy causes, and that we’re broadly all moving forward if we support them.
If you don’t like those causes, don’t read about them. If you feel that alternative causes are not given a fair platform, then don’t read that website. It’s not a conspiracy, it’s simply a change in the tone and atmosphere of some games journalism that you do not like. The #gamergate response is to call for an objectivity that cannot feasibly exist, and a cleaning out of the corruption that will always influence journalism as long as humans are involved in the process.
But this brings us back to ‘gamers are dead’ opinion pieces – is the problem that they’re basically right? The subculture that we used to know of as ‘gamers’ seem to have been slightly left behind by cultural shifts elsewhere in society, and even within the growing areas of gaming that the hardcore element tends to ignore. The problem is not that there is a conspiracy against gamers, but that those opinion pieces are essentially right – games have moved on and some in the traditional spaces have been rather left behind by the change.
The conspiracy, then, is that the world turns independently of our wishes, and we can’t stop it.
Virginia is probably the best game I sampled at a recent expo in London. It’s currently in development in London and Dublin by a developer called Variable State.
What is mise-en-scene in a first-person game? In Half-Life 2, it’s the ability to be an actor in a scene playing out, looking at what you choose and picking up on or ignoring the plot. In standard game stories, it’s the switch into a cut scene that explains the story largely without player agency. In Virginia, the story is often told through what I can only describe as first-person montage. That is, you look through the characters eyes, and you study and move through the environment to work out what is going on, but the drama, the beats of the story are told through jump cuts to the same first-person perspective in the next scene. It should be jarring, and it often is, but this is definitely a legitimate way to tell a game story. Thirty Flights Of Loving proved that.
This game begins on a tree-lined path, reminding one of the natural highs and simple beauty of Proteus, and then to the shrill sound of birds the scene cuts to lift doors opening to a vast open plan office. Juxtaposition. Presumably the path, the freedom of nature, was a dream, and this deadening office complex is the reality. From wearily holding up a bill or check in a cafe, then jumping to holding up a girl’s missing poster in the house of the anxious family. A flashback to an item found then triggers its examination later.
These are carefully considered snapshots of a story, a spare, dense left-field movie thriller, influences from David Lynch to Dennis Potter. There are quite a number of games about that involve exploration of an environment to reveal their storyline. This feels like a stark jolt to that system, a story told through the juxtaposition of these game spaces. I haven’t played a fresher feeling game in a long while. Unfortunately there is little information, and no videos or trailers to support that opinion. But here’s it’s website.
Bad Paper – an intriguing set of text choices played out in a browser, based around the collection of debt. You get to play as either the debtor or the collector, and you would think that it would be easier to empathise with the debtor, but in practice there’s a number of considerations to play out on either side of the equation. The game humanises a common issue and puts it into an emotional context, and makes the player think about the struggles and choices at hand.
You can play the game here. It was conceived (I believe) as a companion piece to this fantastic New York Times article on debt collection by Jake Halpern, and is an extract from an upcoming book of his called Bad Paper: Chasing Debt From Wall Street to the Underworld. Also worth noting the incredible hard-boiled photographs that accompany the text taken by photographer Jonno Rattman.
Originally an entry for the Gamma 256 event, a games festival organized by the Kokoromi games collective from Montreal, Passage and it’s creator Jason Rohrer have become poster-children for the games-as-art movement. Not bad for a game that always lasts exactly five minutes.
The game initially resembles a simple maze game – treasures are found within a scrolling maze. A female companion can be found near the start of the maze, but if she accompanies you it shuts off areas of the maze you cannot fit down together. But as the game progresses, your avatars change and the game’s action filters smoothly from the left to the right of the screen. At the end of the five minutes your little man has a bald head and eventually turns into a gravestone. By now the player probably realizes that the game is somehow some sort of metaphor for life.
Re-starting the game now gives the experience a new emphasis. The five minute life-timer means one cannot explore at leisure – each decision is at the expense of another. The female companion is gained at the expense of treasure. Exploration down the screen is at the expense of the discovery of new areas across it. Faced with these challenges, and with little actual guidance on which route to take, the game becomes a gentle exploration of topics like mortality, the gaining of knowledge and experience, the difficulties in making choices, and the possible downsides of companionship.
What is key is that the player’s experience is the meaning, and the choices in play communicate the themes of the game, not the art or sound assets, or a more traditional story structure. Passage has inspired a generation of game designers to find ways to use direct gameplay experiences to deliver the thematic content of a game, in very stark contrast to any other artistic medium. But politics aside, it’s a beautifully simple game that might inspire you to think about aspects of your own life.
Here’s a dark, mysterious, story-driven game. It’s at times wildly inventive, and totally other-worldly. It goes to places that games rarely reach. It manages to deliver a strong narrative experience without drawing comparisons with cinema – it is 100% a game, to be played and experienced by a gamer. There’s no concession here to other artforms. It’s also a Wii game, which guarantees it much less in terms of critical appraisal from the media. But this is no lesser light of gaming – it’s a vital, engrossing experience.
You know that feeling you get in empty spaces in games? When all you have in front of you is an empty room. You know that in part it’s a concession to what games do well and what they struggle with – having a room full of moving people acting ‘natural’ is a costly and difficult process for game-makers to ‘render’. So more often than not you’ll be going through a place that you might recognise from everyday life, but when it’s empty and different. It happens in Left 4 Dead between the zombie attacks. Or markedly in Resident Evil 4.
The feeling you get in these empty spaces is something that I think only exists in gaming. It’s a space where you might end up doing nothing but wandering about for minutes on end. You can’t recreate it in a book. It’s extremely rare in the cinema. It compares somehow to the art of Edward Hopper but there’s a feeling that Hopper catches a moment of rare beauty (or melancholy) in something everyday. Perhaps it compares a little to the empty spaces of sparse, empty jazz or trip-hop. But really it compares with everyday life – the four walls of your room, the open spaces of the streets, the shops, the places.
Shattered Memories fits this strange ‘feeling’ into a very clever structure. After a car crash you are lost in the ghostly town of Silent Hill in a snowstorm looking for your missing daughter (I’m a father, and I sometimes struggle for access to my daughter). The usual tension of a horror game exists, heightened by the very realistic feel of shining your torch about with the Wiimote as you move. And the areas you wander through in deathly silence, you are then often forced to re-evaluate in ‘dream’ mode when the town metamorphises into its nightmare version where perspectives and routes change to confuse you. A staircase that may have been a few steps up, turns into a nightmare endless staircase coming back down. There’s a bit of Alice In Wonderland here, mixed with a healthy dollop of Twin Peaks.
This structure is delivered through a series of enclosed flashbacks, occuring during a later ‘session’ with a therapist – they invite you to complete a series of questionnaires and psychological tests inbetween sections of the game, and you feel as if what you then experience during the Silent Hill sections is in some way a reflection of the choices you gave to the therapist. It’s a terrific puzzle-box of presentation, which leaves you wondering about every tiny detail that you experience and how it fits into the overall picture. You feel as if you’re somehow experiencing yourself, if that makes sense. The continual use of cameras, light, visual tricks, video-tape, obscured vision – as if the experience is somehow being continually filtered.
One of the first questions the therapist asks you, quite aggressively, is whether you’ve cheated on a partner. Uncomfortable questions about sex, relationships, values, expectations. I experienced the same feelings in-game that I have felt in real-life moments of therapy – am I being honest or saying what I think this therapist wants to hear? Am I playing games? (the answer to this, of course, is yes!).
So what I’m left with is a slightly unsettling feeling of ‘me’ being embodied somehow in a videogame. And it’s not a game with stock answers – there are a myriad of visual clues and strange phone messages and ghostly moments, and the fact that they don’t hang together all that well with each other into anything coherent is all the more… weird. The feeling I have in retrospect is that it’s a game that is more interested in poking into peculiar corners of my psyche than it was delivering a coherent survival-horror experience.
Reading that last section again, I say ‘corners’. Somehow the emotional feeling, in games like this, is indelibly linked to the visual sense of place. The sense of being in a place but it being imaginary. Alice through the looking glass. That really is Silent Hill’s schtick and it works. And the weird thing is, the things the therapist said to me – he was right. He had me to a tee. A videogame seemed to look right through my defences and found something of the real me.
Springing out of this blog, Radiator seems to be a series of short, freely downloadable, experimental games cum art-pieces that run as mods of Half-Life 2 (you need Episode 2).
The first is called Polaris, and is the short story of a quiet date where the narrator is taught to navigate by the stars in the sky. It’s a lovely little interactive idea, perfectly realised, that plays like nothing I’ve ever really played before. Which is great. Really memorable for a 5-minute piece.
The second, Handle With Care, is a little more ambitious, as a therapy session is transformed into the metaphor of a machine room where relationship-related gripes and problems are kept in storage. I like the more freeform nature of it though – it fits a better description of an explorable art-piece than the first game, which is essentially linear.
Hey, I played a game and I can still remember the name of my character – that is unusual. I am Robert Cath, an American doctor on the run from the British police for my involvement in protecting an Irish terrorist from the authorities. As it turns out, this is a game that defies most expectations you might have from a videogame.
The Last Express is set on the Orient Express, speeding across Europe with a bunch of characters onboard. It starts with a murder, of course. Wandering through the carriages, you will pass the varous suspects as they go about their business onboard. An Austrian violinist and her dog. A German businessman. A family heading for a new home abroad, unsure of their future. An eloping lesbian couple. A Russian student. An ailing politician and his forlorn daughter. Some Serbian terrorists. A rich Persian.
You are invited to sit in the dining car and listen to the other diners. Conversations fade in and out, overlapping into each other like a Robert Altman film. Conversations flit from English to French to Russian to German – the melting pot that is Europe before the great war. Like Renoir’s Le Grande Illusion, this game is obsessed with class, or how class worked in the early part of the century. All is presented in an art-deco graphic style, part stylistic tableau – you really get the feeling of looking back through a window into a previous era.
An early part of the story is concerned with your interaction with a case of money and a decorated golden egg – pretty familiar sounding objects in adventure game terms, but I think it’s a good example of the way the game works. If you can distract the train guard while the Russian girl is out of her compartment at various points on the journey, you can steal the egg. But if you hide it in your compartment the Arabian’s servant will steal it after the concert recital and they will depart with it in Vienna. So you need to steal it before the end of the concert, but find a better hiding place. You need to find the case of gold to entice the German to remain on the train with a stash of guns – if not the Russian terrorists will kill you in Vienna. According to the creators there are seven different ways this scenario will play out – four end the game, and three continue it. It sounds a bit functional the way I’ve described it, but you actually get a feel for the way you have to gently manipulate the situation and time your decisions to avoid the pitfalls.
Did I mention you can rewind time and replay the journey? You can literally turn back the clock and replay the same time-frame – you might go to a different carriage and hear a totally different conversation shedding a different light on the situation. You are basically invited to come to an understanding through replaying the same segments of the game in a different way. It’s a brilliant conceit. From one section to the next you are left wondering, even if you feel fairly successful, that you could somehow have played it better if you just try again.
An evocative art style, an incredibly rich wall of sound, an interactive adventure with autonomous characters, a totally unique time system, and an authentic period piece with an affecting story. The game shoots straight into my top 10 favourite videogames of all-time. I can barely think of a game with more ambition, more artistic endeavour, more of a genuine commitment to interactive storytelling.
(Note: I’ve amalgamated two 2009 articles I wrote on this game into one)
Here’s a flight simulator with a real difference. Rather than coping with altitude dials and ailerons, you are the wind itself, pushing petals around picturesque open fields dotted with budding flowers awaiting your encouragement to bloom. Developer ThatGameCompany was previously responsible for Flow, one of the weirder offerings of recent years, but this game feels so much more of a perfectly formed and fuller experience.
Using four of the six axes of the PS3 controller, you will find yourself twisting and weaving your hands as you try to control the petals in the wind – it’s hardly the most comfortable control scheme, but it’s more than made up for by the relaxing no-fail atmosphere of the game. There’s a limit to how stressful a game about floating through grass fields can be.
For a game that at face value might seem quite goalless and meandering, after a few minutes you start to learn the linear patterns that crop up in the game, and actually make the play much more goal-oriented than you might expect. To build up your petals you pass through flowers which then unfurl – unfurl certain flowers and further flowers and guided routes become available. You will often find that helpful ‘gusts’ kind of push you in the direction the game would like you to go, and you start to second-guess the patterns themselves. Flowers often appear in lines, challenging you to flow along them, others are deliberately random to challenge your pathfinding.
With blooming flowers comes transformation, the Okami-like nature-inspired bursts of colour that change grey fields into green, pollen-filled paradises. The game’s menu consists of sad-looking flowers on a window-sill, and levels are prefaced with depressing city scenery to counterpoint the simple naturalistic feel in-game. It may not win many awards for subtlety, but it carries the same sort of pleasing simplicity of a Miyazaki anime film or a wordless natural history documentary. If a little trite in message, this is at least a pleasant backdrop for one of the more memorably beautiful games of recent times. But it’s far from meandering – there is a clear and linear narrative to the game with a spectacular pay-off at the end.
The key to the joyful play is that you cannot fail as such. Miss a flower here and there and it usually won’t matter – if it does you can get it on a second pass of the area. Completists are encouraged, with hidden leaves for bonus flowers, giving each level a certain amount of replayability. But generally you are encouraged to float in the general direction of progress, and with that spirit you cannot go far wrong.
Some might argue that there is not enough game here, both in terms of game-time and in terms of the simplicity of the basic concept, but Flower only follows a modern trend of picturesque games focused mainly on pleasure and existence, and not on high-pressure action. There is a very pleasing sense of openness – the fields are full of empty gaps where grass simply grows, and it makes for a very refreshing to alternative to videogames’ standard obsession with having ever corner filled with ’stuff to do’.
Also notable is the use of colour – videogames are definitely starting to utilise the primacy of simple colour changes to great effect. While the FPS genre seems obsessed with ever-intimidating details of texture, games like De Blob, Mirror’s Edge and now Flower are flying the flag for clarity of design and effective use of simple pools of colour. These highly-stylised pallettes are starting to provide the true successors to the appealingly surreal sprites of early gaming.
Despite it’s naturalistic themes and smooth gameplay, Flower is more other-worldly than anything I’ve played so far this year. I’ve seen it compared to a poem, which is some achievement for a wordless environment. But it has the dream-like quality and lightness of touch that makes it something of a blank canvas for the player – how beautiful you find it, how you react to it, and more importantly how you choose to play it are entirely up to you. It’s an unforgettable journey, and is likely to be one of the finest games of this or any year.
The thing with Flower is, you’re essentially nothing within it but a notion. You look at flowers on a window sill, enter a kind of dream, and then blow petals about within it. You’ve barely touched the environment by the time you finish a level, yet you have transformed the environment. It’s a nice metaphor for our modern, godless lives – our insignificance tempered by our subtle mark on the environments that we have touched. Indeed, as a force that cannot touch but only blow, we still gain the power to transform a cityscape by the end of the game.
I respect the way the game designers have gone about this process. The game opens with a scene of a lonely flower on a window sill looking out over a bleak cityscape – the central conflict here never has to be explicitly indicated, it is inbuilt. But we aren’t playing an environmentalist, or a city planner – we are a part of nature itself.
When you play the game you aren’t always aware of where you will go or what you will do – the narrative of the game is as subtle and unforced as the progress of nature itself. Nature doesn’t know what it will do next, it doesn’t choose its progress from a dialogue tree or a strategic map – it just does what it does. The wind blows, flowers bloom, and things change in their own beautiful way. Looking back, progress in Flower is incredibly linear, and there’s really not much genuine choice in what you do – it’s wonderful that they made it seem so free when you play it. You never ever feel forced to head one way or the next.
The idea of replacing the city with green fields full of flowers is trite and totally unrealistic, and the game flirts with this sort of shallow interpretation. I don’t want the game dismissed as hippy chic. But I suppose the beauty of the game is that as a wordless, charming environment for play we are encouraged to make our own interpretations.
If you take the six levels as dreams, and the end-product as a sort of idealised vision rather than an obvious and projected reality, the game is much more of a temperate experience. The trophy for unlocking all the secret flowers and unlocking the green-field vision is called ‘Dream’. None of the fields you traverse ever betray the notion that this is any sort of reality. The game is a plaything for us to explore how we feel about a certain subject, a tension that touches all of our lives at one point.
It means as much or as little to us as we want – it never asks for our judgement, nor makes our conclusions for us.
What I love about Noby Noby Boy is that you can play it for an hour and still be wondering what you’re quite playing. It’s like nothing else, it’s totally crazy, and it’s great fun – what more can you ask for? But I think the bigger question it asks is ‘What is the difference between a toy and a game’ – this piece of entertainment really blurs those lines.
So what do you do? You’re a multi-coloured snake/worm called BOY, but you control both your head and your bum with the dual sticks. Pull them apart from each other and you will stretch out – press the sticks and they will pop back. Eat some stuff and it will travel through your snake body, and be pooped out when you’re full. Eat a pear and a human, and sometimes a human with a pear-head comes out! Each time you stretch out, you gain points for length which can be transferred to GIRL, another snake-like creature who is wandering through space trying to discover new planets – this is done by a visit to the sun. You can visit these planets to find new zones to play in. Simple, right?
Well no, it’s actually incredibly hard to control your snake/noby/worm/boy to any degree of satisfaction at first. It’s a bit like playing the piano, because controlling your arse and your head at the same time is plain confusing. Of course you can just move your head and your arse will eventually be dragged around, but once you grow to a decent length you will cause havoc if you just allow your arse to swing around with momentum behind you.
But the difficulties of control are only side-issues in such a virtual playground. At first I just liked popping inside my BOY house and transporting to different zones on Earth – each one seems kind of random, and will have a slightly different colour scheme and things to see. One was full of chefs riding on bears, another had lots of crabs and weird red webby structures, another was full of footballs and basketballs, another had big swingy swings throwing everyone about. Each level is a flat Earth with some weird gravity going on, so you can push things off the edge or up into the air for kicks. I enjoyed biting the legs off big robots and seeing them trying to stay upright without them. I liked knocking people off the bikes and cars they were riding around on. I liked taking pigs for a ride – somehow pigs seem to like that more than any other animals. Actually you start to notice traits in all the things you meet – the chefs, for example, would be drawn over to me but would just stand and stare at me, whereas other people either run away, ignore me, or jump on for a ride.
So you start to realise that whether or not this is a game or a toy or neither, there is a lot going on in here. There’s a mad-hard control system, a huge bunch of AI controlled characters, a myriad of different zones to play in, and a vague metagame set in space. Also, if you want there are a bunch of trophies to discover if you need some extra motivation to just do stuff. What there is not is a bunch of clearly defined goals for how you are meant to behave – once you have undertaken the obligatory tutorial you’re really free to do whatever you like. Even if that’s essentially nothing.
One of the fundamental ‘rules’ of games is that you have an objective, a motivation to continue. But I’m not sure Noby Noby Boy really has that. You don’t really grow as a character, and you lack the ability to really change the world around you. There’s a small motivation to simply stretch, because you can ‘upload’ your stretched progress towards the GIRL character in space to help her reach new planets, and new zones to explore. But because stretching requires no skill whatsoever, it almost feels like a by-product of mucking about rather than a reason for playing.
It’s partly like some sort of dreadful interactive art exhibit, but yet it is totally unpretentious. As a game it is intentionally lacking in terms of progress, excitement, achievement, motivation – the designers knew this but yet they didn’t care, and it ends up brave, original and totally unforgettable for that. It’s almost a parody of what a game should be like – you can learn how to control your worm as much as you like, it certainly ain’t gonna get you anywhere. What it does well is the attention to detail – the in-game manual, for example, is absolutely wonderful, you can fly through it with a 2D snake, eat the words and poop them out, and it even turned into a mad upwards-scrolling colour cascade at one point and started making weird noises and playing the music from Metro-Cross I think.
It’s a game to be confounded by, and in a good way. There’s even a hidden achievement for exiting the game – ironic, because that’s really the only thing you can achieve here.