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			POSTED 8/2/12
 
  CATHERINE
 
 Atlus
 PS3 (also on Xbox 360)
 
 
  
			 
			
			
			That man is in pain and he's shouting so loud. There's a space all 
			around him, a space in the crowd. He is holding his head like it's 
			gonna explo-o-o-o-o-de... It's part of a new meaning, from deep in 
			his soul-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oul. It is only for sheep. Yeah! When you're 
			awake you're a sheep. Yeah!
 Sorry Messrs The Bureau, but you fucked up. You’re not all ovine and 
			stuff when awake, rather when you’re asleep. Just ask perma-gapey 
			Vincent Brooks, our protagonist in Catherine, a refreshingly 
			original adult-oriented tale of infidelity, consequences and, erm, 
			boxes.
 
 Be prepared for mucho-big cutscenic interludes, as we learn of 
			Vince’s fear of the ‘m’ word (that’s ‘marriage’, guys – or, for 
			Princess Bride fans, ‘mawwage’), and how a combination of 
			confusion, alcohol and his doodle gets him in messy Katherine versus 
			Catherine mishegas.
 
 How so? Try falling dreams in a puzzle-encrusted nightmare world 
			called, erm, the 'World of Nightmares', whereby if Vince goes ‘ARGHHHH!’ 
			then he’s dead for good (barring extra lives courtesy of woobie 
			pillows). There are also sheep – lots of sheep. Yes, these dreams 
			seemingly are 
			only for sheep; some sort of penance overseen by cheated-upon 
			women. Yeah, right-on, sisters!
 
 Game-wise, these puzzle bits are kinda Q*Bert meets 
			Sokoban via Crazy Climber, pushing and pulling at 
			different evolving block towers through challenges with increasingly 
			disturbing adversaries hampering your progress. These require a need 
			for speediness as well as strategic nous. Oh, add some RPGish 
			chatting with sheepish locals, and rocket-powered confessional 
			booths, too.
 
			
			
			Meanwhile, Interludes become increasingly interactive, as you barfly 
			toddle, get shitfaced, drop jukebox tunes, check txts and play the 
			resident arcade machine, Rapunzel, which is uncannily 
			reminiscent of those persistent nightmares...
 Catherine is wondrously batshitcrazybonkers. Some will find 
			it repet-et-et-et-etitive, others will dig the increasingly boxier 
			challenge of what truly is a bizarre love triangle.
 
 
     
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