Posts Tagged ‘Jesse Barksdale’

Wot I Think: Bucket Detective

How much of yourself would you sacrifice to create a literary masterpiece? Bucket Detective [official site], the new game from the creator of The Static Speaks My Name, is not interested in the answer to that question. Instead, it asks what you, in the role of forty-one year old man David Davids, will give up to write a trashy book that’s sure to get you laid. Since seeing each of the endings, the discovery of which is largely based on the answer to the question “how far will you go?”, I’ve settled on a single word that captures my feelings about Bucket Detective.

Grubby. It’s a grubby little thing, for better and for worse.

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Bucket Detective combats writer’s block with cult rituals

Bucket Detective

Bucket Detective [official site] – a comedy/horror game by the creator of The Static Speaks My Name – is out today. Given Adam called The Static Speaks My Name “possibly the funniest game I’ve played this year” in his 2015 roundup I have high hopes for Bucket Detective.

As per the Steam description, it’s a mostly linear game where you “Help a cult complete a strange ritual in exchange for divine inspiration to finish writing your terrible novel.” Read the rest of this entry »

Have You Played… The Static Speaks My Name?

Have You Played? is an endless stream of game recommendations. One a day, every day of the year, perhaps for all time.

The Static Speaks My Name [official site], like Dr. Langeskov, The Tiger, and The Terribly Cursed Emerald: A Whirlwind Heist, is a short comedy. Dr Langeskov, thanks to the narration of Simon Amstell, feels like a standup routine solidified into a brief story. The Static Speaks My Name is more like a pitch black comic sketch. The kind where the punchline hits you right in the gut.

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Freeware Garden: The Static Speaks My Name

Ominous cybersex.

In less than 20 minutes The Static Speaks My Name manages to be dark, sad, funny and disturbing, mainly by letting you obsess over a not particularly impressive painting, all the while being stuck in a freaky and claustrophobic apartment.

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