Because what is art if not a way to make you feel something? (Granted, those feelings include unbridled rage and frustration in this case, but our point still stands. The NYU-based game design teacher has now released Getting Over It, a longer form game which went live on Steam earlier this month. So while it doesn't have stunning graphics nor incredible sound design, this is still one of those titles that show you that games can be art. The easy-to-pick-up controls compound this because "it's just swinging your mouse around, right?" But this game makes the hard parts look annoyingly easy when you watch someone else playing. Not because it's hard, any game can do that. Watch your friend, who earlier said "It doesn't look that hard", slowly lose their composure and fray along the edges.Īnd this is why the game is so brilliant. Play it with friends, take turns when you feel the frustration set in or when you can't get past a certain section. It's truly one of those "it's not about the destination, but the journey" games. This game presents you with a rather harsh challenge. Bennett Foddy Orange Hell is the popular fan-made nickname given to an obstacle in Getting Over It. It’s coffee, it’s grapefruit, it’s licorice. That’s not how I feel about a challenge, I only want the bitterness. This is a game you love to hate, one to talk and moan about to your friends and have them return and validate your complaints. An orange is a sweet juicy fruit, locked inside a bitter peel. It looks good enough to entice you, and the motion blur makes it a bit easier on the eyes, but it's no feat of expert rendering. Getting Over It with Bennett Foddy isn't one of those AAA games that you buy to be blown away by the narrative and incredible facial motion capture. With our heartbeat slowing as a scream formed in the back of our throat, we had found it. As it turned out, what we were seeking was at the bottom, back at the very beginning, all along. With effort and the previous perils cleared, our body relaxed as toxins flooded out of our body via what we approximate to be a pint of sweat.įinally, by the grace of the deity of sledgehammer mountaineering, we managed to shimmy our way up and through a corridor of lamps and rocks. Nevertheless, we practised our breathing exercises, which at this point consisted of simply holding our breath as we made our way back up the mountain. So smooth that we hardly registered smacking the hammer into the wall instead of latching onto a precipice. The game had done precisely what we commanded it to, it was only that at this point the tranquillity of it all had overcome us and made our inputs too smooth. As we fell and lost a rather large amount of progress we found ourselves marvelling at how well done the physics were, as we had launched ourselves graciously in completely the opposite direction of what we had intended.
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