So would Scarb, the chief who had commanded Tur to beat her and to take another mate. Yes, Tur would be made mad if the prisoner escaped. With the woman’s words a sudden inspiration flashed into the mind of Gron. “That is why he was so angry,” continued the tormentor, “when you tried to rob him of this pleasure.” She would rather have died than let this woman know that she suffered. It was not the way of her period to betray the emotions of the heart. “Tur will enjoy the death agonies of the mate of the woman he is going to take in your stead, Gron,” taunted her friend. The latter turned, and, recognizing her, grinned. Gron slunk about the outskirts of the crowd that pressed around the figure at the stake.Īh, they were about to torture the prisoner! What pleasure they would derive from that! Gron raised herself on tip-toe to look over the shoulder of a woman. She had not eaten for twenty-four hours, yet she felt no hunger-every other sense and emotion was paralyzed by the poison of jealousy and hate. It was not until after nightfall that Gron crawled from beneath the hides and thatch of her shelter. While he had beaten her the knife had remained in her loin cloth, nor had the thought to use it against her mate entered the head of Gron but now, now that he had deserted her, now that he was doubtless thinking upon a new mate her thoughts constantly reverted to the weapon. It was well for Tur that he did not chance to venture near her then. Close to her breast she hugged her stone knife. All day she planned new and diabolical schemes for revenge. Apparently he had forgotten her, a suggestion which aroused all her primitive savagery and jealousy as no amount of brutal punishment might have done.Īll day she lay suffering, and hating Tur. DISCLAIMER: This post contains spoilers for the 2015 RPG Hylics, but also Morrowind, Dark Souls, and Fallout.GRON, suffering and exhausted from the effects of the cruel beating Tur had administered, lay all the following day in her shelter. It’s fun to see what people do with game-making tools. There’s plenty that are on the market right now that allow for burgeoning developers to build their own worlds and tell their own stories. One of the more popular programs is RPG Maker, which has been used to create a number of cult classics such as Ao Oni, Yume Nikki, or Lisa: The Painful. The game made in this program that caught my eye, however, is Mason Lindroth’s Hylics, a stop-motion RPG made using clay, rotoscoping, and old action figures. This tickled my bones because I’m not only a fan of RPGs but also a fan of stop-motion. Ray Harryhausen and Phil Tippett are some of my favourite animators, I still adore the Wallace and Gromit films, and I used to be a huge fan of The Neverhood before I learned that the creator was an asshole. The game itself was only a few hours long and cost a measly $3 CAD on Steam so I thought it’d be worth a playthrough. Surprise, surprise, I loved it, and as I digested the game, I put together some thoughts on the game itself. Now, I know Hylics 2 is out and even though I haven’t played it yet, a discussion with Mason Lindroth hinted that some aspects of the game may throw some of my ideas out the window. That all said, I call still relate to you what my takeaway was after I finished the first game. What’s it about? A slacker named Wayne and his mates navigating through a surreal claymated world trying to kill the evil king of the moon who lords over their bizarre kingdom. What’s it about-about? Well, I could say that it’s a jab at the concept of Hylics in Gnosticism, that rather than escape the material somatic world, Wayne and his comrades challenge the demiurge Gibby responsible for creating it, or at least lording over it, but I don’t have enough knowledge of Gnosticism to make that claim. The game opens with a lore dump, but it’s mostly nonsense.
No, seriously, much of the dialogue in Hylics was put through a random word generator. I’ve seen some folks say Lindroth pulled from Mars Volta’s lyrics in particular, but I haven’t found an exact source proving that. Whatever the case, the dialogue and narration of Hylics often reads like this:Īmid the lilies floats the moth, the mole along his galleries goeth in the dark earth.Ī sentimental wheel partially indulges the skeletons.
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