So at some point I wanted to review Nora's "game," but I realized at some point that the entire thing is a "poor pitiful me" routine, and quite literally is not a game - it's at best a book.
No interactivity, a single choice with no consequence, and a completely linear progression intended to get across that the maker is the most important oppressed person online. She's been RAPED, and by RAPED she of course means she didn't want to have sex by had it anyway so RAPE. Also she has fucked up, by her own game's admission, every romantic pursuit and friendship she has ever had with the subtlety of a white phosphorous strike, and that's the fault of FILTHY MEN, so PLEASE.
Donate to her patreon.
I can literally complete the entire game in about a minute, so here is a complete text dump:
HOLY SHIT! AN ACTUAL CHOICE TO MAKE, AND INDEED, THE ONLY ONE IN THE GAME!!
....That was one line. What was the other path?
Well, if the shoe fits....
Wait, did seriously the only interactivity in this game go down a one-line route that doesn't effect outcome?
Yep. Yep it does. FAWK.
I could write pages about what the fuck is wrong with Nora Reed from this work alone - her constant inability to maintain relationships, hating people for no reason, aggressively going after people, and conflating "one time I was talked into having sex and that means I was raped" are all great examples of what the fuck is wrong with her. The "all men are potential rapists" canard, the AROUND MEN NEVER RELAX meme - which hits its ur-example in believing she needs to "Save" her friends from talking to men.
But whilst all this is very good and honestly hilarious in its own right, you'll note there's not a lot I can actually do content wise here. The thing is an almost-entirely linear (arguably entirely given both paths lead the same way and one has no effort). There's nothing I could add to the experience with the way things are.
That said: In an effort to make content, however, indeed, where there indeed there actually is none, I've decided to fudge it a bit. So instead of playing Nora's linear oppression olympics call, I'm going to instead upload screenshots of Patchcon: Protect the Library!, a Touhou FanGame, and use that to instead pretend that this, instead, is what Nora intended. If nothing else, it'll give a shoutout to @autisticdragonkin for managing to be less-retarded over the last few months.
I believe this will be... Interesting.
In the grim darkness of a dystopian future, the Patriarchy has been smashed. But all is not well. Rebels, utilizing female operatives that DARE to defy the party line, are currently on the verge of destroying everything your friends have built up.
They currently are attempting to liberate some SLANDEROUS MOCKERY of your FEMINIST HEROES from the local BOOK DEPOSITORY. These books must be maintained so they can be used in FEMINIST MEDIA to remind people HOW BAD THE PATRIARCHY is.
You are tasked with stopping them using agents of your own. Choosing carefully, I elect to go with a team of the beret, the bunny ears, some girl with a fromp hat, some girl with a giant coiled piece of rope as a backpack, and some angry tard. We recieved our orders: To keep this SLANDEOUS MOCKERY under LOCK AND KEY. None would evade our watch.
Immediately I am set upon as the initial party I deploy depletes ALL MY FUNDS. I attempt to set up a Patreon, but nobody donates. My small team of Green Berets is all I have for the moment, but the enemy is coming. I pray they are enough.
The Green Berets beat the invaders to a bloody mess, and I earn a bounty for each member of the Patriarchy my forces kill. Using this income, I am able to slowly fill out and fortify my forces, though my Patreon remains at $0.00.
Slowly, over time, I gather a small contingent of RIGHTEOUS WARRIORS OF SOCIAL JUSTICE and it becomes apparent that they all have different skills, in direct defiance of our purported objective of EQUALITY.
Regardless, they are useful - close-range fighters beat long-range fighters, long-range fighters beat flyers, and flyers beat close-range fighters. Knowing this rock-paper-scissors balancing proves vital, and I gradually got it after several mis-steps.
And then, horror. The Patriarchy releases a new foe, far more dangerous than any we have seen before - a giant. In fact, two of them, clad in red and far more deadly than any foe before. Focused fire from the Rope-Backpack MRLS team and bunny-ears AAA system quickly puts them to flight as my platoon of Green Berets hold the line.
Gradually, my army becomes powerful. I maintain it with numbers and upgrades, giving my WARRIORS OF SOCIAL JUSTICE additional abilities, but the Patriarchy isn't cutting them an ounce of slack. Soon even the giants are overcome and my team is more than halfway. But Patriarchy is omnipresent, and I was about to learn this the hard way.
Suddenly, a team of sword-wielding witches spawned and relentlessly tore through my Green Berets like they were tissue paper - my army had been resoundingly
. As if to follow this up, additional Patriarchal forces bore down on us - ones that were willing to blow themselves up for the cause. Deagle Nation had come to take back the SLANDEROUS MOCKERY, and it would see the ground stained with our blood.
Over and over the enemy forces clashed with ours, explosions and fire sweeping corridors until the dead outnumbered the living. Bullets flew, swords slashed, and the SOCIAL JUSTICE STRIKE FORCE crashed against the embittered forces of those disgusting Deagles. I was forced to use my powerful sub-systems to ensure we could win the day, eventually calling in airstrikes and sacrificing much of my army to hold the enemy back. The gambit paid off - we ultimately won.
The Patriarchal forces were dead - but not without cost. Countless WARRIORS OF SOCIAL JUSTICE had fallen in battle, and the Patriarchal forces would be back the following night - just as strongly, until they had seized the precious objects held on the bookcases. If they failed that night, they would be back on the morrow. Over and over again.
Forever.
Until we were dead or there was no one to fight us. And we knew already - there always would be.
This was the message that these Patriarchal forces were trying to teach us, in their own retarded way: That there is no winners - just survivors. The Deagle Nation forces had sacrificed everything to try to retake such a minor objective, and here we were, just trying to hold the line.
Which of us was truly free - the ones willing to die for a mere glimmer of hope, or the ones willing to kill to prevent them from having it?
What a profound thought.
As we rifled through the fallen Deagles' rations, and enjoyed
, we realized we were all just as much a prisoner of our superiors as they were. War is hell, after all, and hell is Autism.
Ergo war is Autism.
For anyone who actually wants Patchcon, it's really good for a weeb game, check it out.
No interactivity, a single choice with no consequence, and a completely linear progression intended to get across that the maker is the most important oppressed person online. She's been RAPED, and by RAPED she of course means she didn't want to have sex by had it anyway so RAPE. Also she has fucked up, by her own game's admission, every romantic pursuit and friendship she has ever had with the subtlety of a white phosphorous strike, and that's the fault of FILTHY MEN, so PLEASE.
Donate to her patreon.
I can literally complete the entire game in about a minute, so here is a complete text dump:
You are 12, but you look a bit younger than you actually are. People frequently guess your age at more like 10. You are walking to tennis practice.
Put on your baggy t-shirt with the name of your middle school's tennis team on it
----
Put your tennis racket over your shoulder
----
Men in cars are honking at you
----
Feel vaguely disconcerted and ashamed
----
Become hyper-aware of your long, baggy tennis shorts
----
Years later, you have a conversaion with a female friend
----
"Yeah, I hate being catcalled, but don't you feel kind of bad when it doesn't happen at all?"
----
Even now, as an official Grown Up Adult and Certified Internet Feminist, you don't know how to respond to that. It still bothers you.
----
Move onto your teen years >>
----
You've always been good about figuring out sex stuff from the internet— savvy, good at finding sources that are accurate.
You've been reading a lot of Dan Savage lately
----
You're so happy to have found a sex positive feminist who will explain the mysteries of sex to you
----
Like that asexuality isn't an actual thing and that asexuals are actually broken
----
That oral sex is mandatory in relationships and if you aren't interested in it you are broken
----
That sex in general is mandatory in relationships and you owe it to your partner
----
When the dude you're dating says to "just go through the motions of making love" you go along with it
----
He doesn't notice that you aren't actually interested until you are about to start crying
----
Afterwards you have to comfort him about it due to him feeling so badly
----
You don't have words for why this fucked you up so badly
----
You continue dating him even though he continues to use his "inability to control his emotions" to manipulate you into letting him fuck you
----
It's years before someone explains to you that sexual coersion is a kind of rape
----
Move onto your next relationship>>
----
This guy is much better! He's done feminist sex education! He's great!
I mean, he still classifies you having previous sexual experience as 'making a mistake', but he'll change his mind about that, right?
----
He is confused about a lot of sex acts and thinks that women only "let men do that to them" for men's pleasure, but he figured it out when you explained it to him, right?
----
I mean, he deals with your mental health problems pretty well! I mean, they're clearly burdensome for him, but he sticks around, right?
----
One night you're hanging out with him and your mutual best friend. You're kind of laying with your head in his lap when the friend starts relaying an anecdote
----
He's talking about a time when, on a dare, he ejaculated on another boy's face while the other boy was sleeping at a party
----
Your boyfriend has heard this story before, they only explain what happened to relay the story for your benefit
----
You don't say anything for the entire rest of the evening and neither one even notices
----
When the friend gets up to leave, you tell him you're trying to find a way to justify continuing to be friends with him
----
Once again, you don't have words for exactly what it was he did, but you know it's violating
----
Your refusal to talk to him anymore is a sore spot in your relationship with your boyfriend, who continues to be friends with him
----
When you tell your mom you aren't friends with him anymore, she laughs like, haha, oh kids and their drama. You never tell her the reason why.
----
Adulthood>>
----
You're getting a lot better at not taking sexist bullshit these days.
But you still brace yourself every time you have to meet friends or family because you know you'll have to either
----
ignore the sexist things you see and/or hear
or
call it out
----
Put on your baggy t-shirt with the name of your middle school's tennis team on it
----
Put your tennis racket over your shoulder
----
Men in cars are honking at you
----
Feel vaguely disconcerted and ashamed
----
Become hyper-aware of your long, baggy tennis shorts
----
Years later, you have a conversaion with a female friend
----
"Yeah, I hate being catcalled, but don't you feel kind of bad when it doesn't happen at all?"
----
Even now, as an official Grown Up Adult and Certified Internet Feminist, you don't know how to respond to that. It still bothers you.
----
Move onto your teen years >>
----
You've always been good about figuring out sex stuff from the internet— savvy, good at finding sources that are accurate.
You've been reading a lot of Dan Savage lately
----
You're so happy to have found a sex positive feminist who will explain the mysteries of sex to you
----
Like that asexuality isn't an actual thing and that asexuals are actually broken
----
That oral sex is mandatory in relationships and if you aren't interested in it you are broken
----
That sex in general is mandatory in relationships and you owe it to your partner
----
When the dude you're dating says to "just go through the motions of making love" you go along with it
----
He doesn't notice that you aren't actually interested until you are about to start crying
----
Afterwards you have to comfort him about it due to him feeling so badly
----
You don't have words for why this fucked you up so badly
----
You continue dating him even though he continues to use his "inability to control his emotions" to manipulate you into letting him fuck you
----
It's years before someone explains to you that sexual coersion is a kind of rape
----
Move onto your next relationship>>
----
This guy is much better! He's done feminist sex education! He's great!
I mean, he still classifies you having previous sexual experience as 'making a mistake', but he'll change his mind about that, right?
----
He is confused about a lot of sex acts and thinks that women only "let men do that to them" for men's pleasure, but he figured it out when you explained it to him, right?
----
I mean, he deals with your mental health problems pretty well! I mean, they're clearly burdensome for him, but he sticks around, right?
----
One night you're hanging out with him and your mutual best friend. You're kind of laying with your head in his lap when the friend starts relaying an anecdote
----
He's talking about a time when, on a dare, he ejaculated on another boy's face while the other boy was sleeping at a party
----
Your boyfriend has heard this story before, they only explain what happened to relay the story for your benefit
----
You don't say anything for the entire rest of the evening and neither one even notices
----
When the friend gets up to leave, you tell him you're trying to find a way to justify continuing to be friends with him
----
Once again, you don't have words for exactly what it was he did, but you know it's violating
----
Your refusal to talk to him anymore is a sore spot in your relationship with your boyfriend, who continues to be friends with him
----
When you tell your mom you aren't friends with him anymore, she laughs like, haha, oh kids and their drama. You never tell her the reason why.
----
Adulthood>>
----
You're getting a lot better at not taking sexist bullshit these days.
But you still brace yourself every time you have to meet friends or family because you know you'll have to either
----
ignore the sexist things you see and/or hear
or
call it out
----
HOLY SHIT! AN ACTUAL CHOICE TO MAKE, AND INDEED, THE ONLY ONE IN THE GAME!!
"why didn't you just say something if it bothered you so much?"
----
----
....That was one line. What was the other path?
now you're a shrill harpy bitch
----
----
Well, if the shoe fits....
Wait, did seriously the only interactivity in this game go down a one-line route that doesn't effect outcome?
Yep. Yep it does. FAWK.
You've figured out how to deal with all of this—
Except
----
You still have recurring nightmares about what you only recently figured out you are allowed to call rape
----
And about the guy you stopped being friends with
----
It took you years to figure out it's okay to identify as asexual, even if you don't do so completely or all the time
----
And you still feel weird or broken or unloveable because of it sometimes
----
>>
----
You talk about feminism on the internet a lot, and you get messages from people who are grateful for your work a lot, but—
It can really drain you sometimes
----
You're sick of having to explain why you don't care for Dan Savage
----
Pretty much every woman you know has this kind of trauma in her past
----
You have a dedicated handful of "fans" with a subreddit dedicated to complaining about your terrible misandry
----
But you've seen what other women get, and you're just glad it isn't worse
----
That no one's showed up to your house yet
----
That your parents will be supportive if it escaltes
----
But the more feminist work you do
----
The more it feels like that escalation is inevitable
----
Stopping would feel like giving in>>
----
You're still braced for the everyday stuff all the time
For the catcalls when you go out
----
To rescue your friends from unwanted conversations with men
----
For every strange man in public to be the one who becomes dangerous
----
There's not really any alternative though so you
----
Hold
----
Your
----
Keys
----
Between
----
Your
----
Fingers
----
And walk on
----
End
Except
----
You still have recurring nightmares about what you only recently figured out you are allowed to call rape
----
And about the guy you stopped being friends with
----
It took you years to figure out it's okay to identify as asexual, even if you don't do so completely or all the time
----
And you still feel weird or broken or unloveable because of it sometimes
----
>>
----
You talk about feminism on the internet a lot, and you get messages from people who are grateful for your work a lot, but—
It can really drain you sometimes
----
You're sick of having to explain why you don't care for Dan Savage
----
Pretty much every woman you know has this kind of trauma in her past
----
You have a dedicated handful of "fans" with a subreddit dedicated to complaining about your terrible misandry
----
But you've seen what other women get, and you're just glad it isn't worse
----
That no one's showed up to your house yet
----
That your parents will be supportive if it escaltes
----
But the more feminist work you do
----
The more it feels like that escalation is inevitable
----
Stopping would feel like giving in>>
----
You're still braced for the everyday stuff all the time
For the catcalls when you go out
----
To rescue your friends from unwanted conversations with men
----
For every strange man in public to be the one who becomes dangerous
----
There's not really any alternative though so you
----
Hold
----
Your
----
Keys
----
Between
----
Your
----
Fingers
----
And walk on
----
End
I could write pages about what the fuck is wrong with Nora Reed from this work alone - her constant inability to maintain relationships, hating people for no reason, aggressively going after people, and conflating "one time I was talked into having sex and that means I was raped" are all great examples of what the fuck is wrong with her. The "all men are potential rapists" canard, the AROUND MEN NEVER RELAX meme - which hits its ur-example in believing she needs to "Save" her friends from talking to men.
But whilst all this is very good and honestly hilarious in its own right, you'll note there's not a lot I can actually do content wise here. The thing is an almost-entirely linear (arguably entirely given both paths lead the same way and one has no effort). There's nothing I could add to the experience with the way things are.
That said: In an effort to make content, however, indeed, where there indeed there actually is none, I've decided to fudge it a bit. So instead of playing Nora's linear oppression olympics call, I'm going to instead upload screenshots of Patchcon: Protect the Library!, a Touhou FanGame, and use that to instead pretend that this, instead, is what Nora intended. If nothing else, it'll give a shoutout to @autisticdragonkin for managing to be less-retarded over the last few months.
I believe this will be... Interesting.
In the grim darkness of a dystopian future, the Patriarchy has been smashed. But all is not well. Rebels, utilizing female operatives that DARE to defy the party line, are currently on the verge of destroying everything your friends have built up.
They currently are attempting to liberate some SLANDEROUS MOCKERY of your FEMINIST HEROES from the local BOOK DEPOSITORY. These books must be maintained so they can be used in FEMINIST MEDIA to remind people HOW BAD THE PATRIARCHY is.
You are tasked with stopping them using agents of your own. Choosing carefully, I elect to go with a team of the beret, the bunny ears, some girl with a fromp hat, some girl with a giant coiled piece of rope as a backpack, and some angry tard. We recieved our orders: To keep this SLANDEOUS MOCKERY under LOCK AND KEY. None would evade our watch.
Immediately I am set upon as the initial party I deploy depletes ALL MY FUNDS. I attempt to set up a Patreon, but nobody donates. My small team of Green Berets is all I have for the moment, but the enemy is coming. I pray they are enough.
The Green Berets beat the invaders to a bloody mess, and I earn a bounty for each member of the Patriarchy my forces kill. Using this income, I am able to slowly fill out and fortify my forces, though my Patreon remains at $0.00.
Slowly, over time, I gather a small contingent of RIGHTEOUS WARRIORS OF SOCIAL JUSTICE and it becomes apparent that they all have different skills, in direct defiance of our purported objective of EQUALITY.
Regardless, they are useful - close-range fighters beat long-range fighters, long-range fighters beat flyers, and flyers beat close-range fighters. Knowing this rock-paper-scissors balancing proves vital, and I gradually got it after several mis-steps.
And then, horror. The Patriarchy releases a new foe, far more dangerous than any we have seen before - a giant. In fact, two of them, clad in red and far more deadly than any foe before. Focused fire from the Rope-Backpack MRLS team and bunny-ears AAA system quickly puts them to flight as my platoon of Green Berets hold the line.
Gradually, my army becomes powerful. I maintain it with numbers and upgrades, giving my WARRIORS OF SOCIAL JUSTICE additional abilities, but the Patriarchy isn't cutting them an ounce of slack. Soon even the giants are overcome and my team is more than halfway. But Patriarchy is omnipresent, and I was about to learn this the hard way.
Suddenly, a team of sword-wielding witches spawned and relentlessly tore through my Green Berets like they were tissue paper - my army had been resoundingly
. As if to follow this up, additional Patriarchal forces bore down on us - ones that were willing to blow themselves up for the cause. Deagle Nation had come to take back the SLANDEROUS MOCKERY, and it would see the ground stained with our blood.
Over and over the enemy forces clashed with ours, explosions and fire sweeping corridors until the dead outnumbered the living. Bullets flew, swords slashed, and the SOCIAL JUSTICE STRIKE FORCE crashed against the embittered forces of those disgusting Deagles. I was forced to use my powerful sub-systems to ensure we could win the day, eventually calling in airstrikes and sacrificing much of my army to hold the enemy back. The gambit paid off - we ultimately won.
The Patriarchal forces were dead - but not without cost. Countless WARRIORS OF SOCIAL JUSTICE had fallen in battle, and the Patriarchal forces would be back the following night - just as strongly, until they had seized the precious objects held on the bookcases. If they failed that night, they would be back on the morrow. Over and over again.
Forever.
Until we were dead or there was no one to fight us. And we knew already - there always would be.
This was the message that these Patriarchal forces were trying to teach us, in their own retarded way: That there is no winners - just survivors. The Deagle Nation forces had sacrificed everything to try to retake such a minor objective, and here we were, just trying to hold the line.
Which of us was truly free - the ones willing to die for a mere glimmer of hope, or the ones willing to kill to prevent them from having it?
What a profound thought.
As we rifled through the fallen Deagles' rations, and enjoyed
, we realized we were all just as much a prisoner of our superiors as they were. War is hell, after all, and hell is Autism. Ergo war is Autism.
For anyone who actually wants Patchcon, it's really good for a weeb game, check it out.
