This game is damn well the greatest.
First off, the loading title is damn beautiful, the way the progress bar slowly climbs towards a totalThis game is damn well the greatest.
First off, the loading title is damn beautiful, the way the progress bar slowly climbs towards a total of 100% is a subtle yet profound statement on the very way we climb to the top during our brief lives, disappearing shortly afterwards, leaving only a smidgen of entertainment for the future man.
The name 'Dead Sky', too, sends a strong message. In fact, it answers a question.
Said question is 'Are we alone in this universe?' the answer is clearly 'Yes!', giving off a kind of bittersweet vibe.
For you see, this would mean there would be one less threat in this universe, yet we would miss out on wonders and knowledge.
That is what Dead Sky is all about, the choice between knowledge and safety, and the consequences of said choice.
Mind you, we haven't even started the game yet.
As we click on the icon of the game, the real journey starts.
The first thing you shall see is the title screen, a masterpiece in itself.
Scores of identical clumps of grass line the earth, leaving patches of brown dirt between them.
Now, this might seem like lazy game design, just like how a bunch of lines and a square might seem like lazy art.
But if one would would just hold his head in a bucket of liquid LSD for about one hour, give or take, the meaning, spectacle and most of all, art of the arrangement off this grass is revealed to the opened mind.
Just, just go do that, come on, don't be shy.
Right. Now, lets take another look at the title screen again (Don't mind the malformed, iridescent goldfish swimming through the air, that's not important) one might notice that the groupings of grass represent communities in our very life, growing out of a slightly damp mush of personalities, prejudices, and ignorance.
Each blade of grass, an individual, each group, a community.
The blades are intertwining, signifying relations.
Furthermore, setting the graphics turns the grass into green blobs, which is also, like, woah, man.
Now then, focus your thoughts on the car on the forefront (and by extension the building in the background.)
As you might see, they are on fire. On fire, in fact, with the burning passion of the suppressed masses.
For we know, matter under pressure generates heat, and so do people.
The car represents the heavy influence of infrastructure on our daily lives. How the governing upper class uses it to keep us under control of the police.
The house, however, represents that we must take our leave from such meaningless things as warmth, keeping yourself dry, and not getting eaten by bears. For those, too, are matters fabricated by the oppressive government and the race of ancient lizard people of which it consists.
Now then, might you have patience and wait just a short while, you shall see a man, on fire, struggle across the field of communities.
He groans (probably because he is aflame) and a spherical object gets lobbed towards him.
He pauses, probably considering the nature of this object. Is it a gift, a weapon? He does not know, for such is the trickery of the ones we call the 'bosses'.
Why the spherical object was thrown becomes apparent after a while, for it explodes in the man's face.
Sometimes, the right option does not exist.
Sometimes, all you can choose for is the thing that is the least wrong, not the most right.
OVERTHROW THY SO-CALLED MASTERS, O WORKING CLASS!
THE REVOLUTION LIVES!
¡VIVA LA REVOLUCIÓN! ¡VIVA LA REVOLUCIÓN! ¡VIVA LA REVOLUCIÓN!… Expand
