Vignettes (and a bowl of soup)
Content warnings: racist microaggressions, vague allusion to depression
A series of meditative vignette memoirs. It's been a weird couple of years, and sometimes you just have to make a game about it.
Made for the 5-years-o-Bitsy jam! The theme was to pick one of the themes from the list, but I have never made a decision in my life. The main theme I picked was soup. Also included are: garden, little things add up, reflection, one room, snow, cursed, and earth without humans.
Bitsy is a fantastic little engine for making tiny, simple games, and the more I use it the more I like it. I made this game with the help of these tools: Borksy, Pixsy, and Bitsy Savior.
You can find me on twitter for more soup talk.
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I love the way you blended gameplay and vignettes to create this lovely little tale.
Thought-provoking, troubled, and weirdly comfortable at the same time. It's nice to be reminded of humanity when we've all been separated by screens for so long.
told you i'd be one of the first. in all seriousness though i rather liked this one, i have nothing but positives for this one, i love how you have these little minimalistic single color pixels that clearly show what you mean.
I just love the quest for the “Items” all of them were great and creatively told in their own personal little ways, though if you asked my favorite one then i would say I really like how the tree heart segment went, great use of showing while telling and use of gameplay by having you climb up when you climb up. (that's sounds stupid now that i typed it but you know what i mean, im trying not to spoil to much.)
Oh and as for one of your segments, though i can not 100% relate i do have experience with people making assumptions about you; i have a speech impediment and the amount of people who ask me out of the fucking blue, and often the first words these people say to me: “where are you from?” or “What accent is that?” or “Are you british/austrain/australian/ insert mostly white country here” just gets on my fucking nerves. I’m from Denver, and the geographical location of where my ancestors fucked doesn’t matter. So you have my full sympathy and understanding in that regard.