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Excellentely made! It was fun playing, although terribly easy once you figure out how to do it.

Well, what can I say. You two impressed me once again. A very touching interactive story with good graphics and excellent voice acting. I just loved the room transitions.

I quite like the new version. But something about the t-shirt strikes me as odd. It looks like his upper chest is protruding.

Well, the graphics are a bit simple, but it was well worth a play. It did convey a certain atmosphere I like, so congrats!

My first was Pleurghburg, and back then I didn't even know it was made with AGS. But I loved that it, despite of it'S simple graphics, managed to create an atmosphere commercial games often lack. After I found out about AGS, my first games, I suppose, were the Ben Jordan series (4 had just been released back than) and 5 Days a Stranger. Oh, and 6 Day Assassin of course. Still I great one-roomer.

As always sloppy and incoherent ...

A Love So Dark

It's meant to be a rather dark love song, played in an old dark castle of something.

I find DosBOX working for all the old games. However, with graphic heavy games (and sometimes with not so heavy ones, too), it's kinda slow with me.

If I wanted to play many old games, I probably would set up an old computer system.

And yeah, the old promotional adventure games were fun. There's tons of them, some of them not bad, either.

Great stuff, Andail. Very useful indeed. Keep em coming!

2x

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Kind of a grotesque nightmarish feeling. Inspired by Beksinski, though the longer I look a it, the more I like to look at a real Beksinski

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Migraine can have many causes. One of them is the eyes. My ophtalmologist even has built a migraine medical center, and it seems to work for many people for whom other methods didn't work out so well.

Okay, here's a quick and sloppy one:

www.longwayhome.de/down/nihilyst_worldsend.mp3

Or to quote Ron Gilbert:

"There is a state of mind called "suspension of disbelief".  When you are watching a movie, or reading a good book, your mind falls into this state.  It occurs when you are pulled so completely into the story that you no longer realize you are in a movie theater or sitting at your couch, reading.  When the story starts to drag, or the plots begins to fall apart, the suspension of disbelief is lost.  You soon start looking around the theater, noticing the people in front of you or the green exit sign.  One way I judge a movie is by the number of times I realized I was in a theater."

368. Damn does it get difficult.

But it's cool. But let me ask a question. Who the fuck is meant to beat even one stage at the highest difficulty?

EDIT: And another thing: I get 7400 points, and the difficulty taking into account, all that remain are 296. How did I lose this much?

Yet another great little game. I like the concept and the minimalistic choice of colours. The phone puzzle was excellent

[loominous]

We had three neat entries this time. Counting your votes, I get:

cat, 9 votes
Oddysseus, 8 votes
loominous, 18 votes

While cat's and Oddysseus's entries struck me as more surreal, loominous managed to convey a dreamlike scenery combined with a good composition and technique.

So I declare loominous the winner by votes. You're next.

Thank you all for participating.

Okay, you're in

And now it's time to vote.

The categories are, as explained in the first post

Idea, Atmosphere, Design, Composition, Funtionality, Technique

You are encouraged to comment on the participant's backgrounds.

Okay, sorry, loominous, but I think it's time to end this and start voting.

Okay, I hope that's understandable. Writing in English is haaaaard. So don't be too harsh
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The Storm

When he woke up that Monday morning, he had a terrible head-ache from last night’s party. The smell of smoke and ouzo had crept deep into his clothes. A cold breeze dripped threw the half-open window. Behind the blinds the sky was a dull and depressing steel-blue, like a worn-down backyard wall. The clouds spray-painted it grey as if to prepare it for a funeral.

He stood up, brushed his teeth, opened a new can of beer and stepped on the balcony. Fourth story. The park lay below him, silently. Autumn leaves were scattered by the wind. As he drank and tried to wash the endless buzzing sound in his head away, the phone rang. The shrieking tone made him upset. The answerphone sprung to life, his Alter Ego cheerfully announcing that he was not at home and that the caller may leave a message behind. Beep. »Anthony, hey, still sleeping?« Even Mary’s soft voice couldn’t cheer him up. The humming and buzzing sound of a storm, that wasn’t there. The clouds, it seemed, anxiously moved away to the south. To the ocean, Anthony thought. The open sea, glimmering blue under the summer sun. »Anyway, just wanted to drop a call and check if you found home last night. It was cool that you came after all. The party wouldn’t have been this great without you, well, at least for me, I guess. Perhaps we could …« Then the line went silent. Anthony wondered and stepped inside again. Maybe she hung up by accident, he thought. Or there was a problem with his answering machine, who knew? He dialed. Digit by digit Mary’s number appeared on the display. He knew it by heart. The line was busy.

And all of a sudden he felt that something was wrong. Not particulary with the phone, and not even with the humming and buzzing and sawing sound that raged inside his head (or was it outside?), not with his apartment and not with the balcony and the park which mournfully howled underneath. But with the world.

As he put on his coat, the woolen scarf and the earmuffs (they had been a present, he thought, a present from Mary to his last birthday), he felt like being tickled by an electrical current inside his stomach. He left his wallet behind and went down the staircase. In the other apartments ran TVs or coffee machines, but even they sounded wrong, as if they just were a tape deck constantly playing the same “Everything’s fine!” morning atmosphere.

Outside he could overlook the whole city and the hills in the distance. A dark spiral of clouds hovered above spinning like a children’s roundabout. Behind it, everything was dark like in the very beginning of days. Anthony stood baffled as the vortex crept nearer. Even when it perfectly stood above him, he did not move.

The humming, the buzzing, the sawing, all of a sudden everything was gone. Anthony gazed into the sky. All around him lay in a woeful gloom, and autumn leaves rustled in a gentle wind.

Alright, I extend the deadline to some time next week.

Does anyone need more time?

If not, votings starts tomorrow.