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POSTED 26/8/15
EVERYBODY’S GONE TO THE RAPTURE
The Chinese Room/Sony
It’s 6:07, and that’s the time that it’s always... erm, Bevan?
OK, so OMD were really bloody lucky in the historical time-rhyme
department with ‘Enola Gay’.
Welcome to the English village
of Yaughton, circa 1984 judging by the prevalence of Commodore 64s
and Ford Cortinas. Initially it appears that there’s fuck all going
on for, possibly at 6:07 – as that’s what every clock is stuck on -
everybody just disappeared. You’re here though in some form, and get
to piece together what happened.
As you s-l-o-w-l-y traipse
around the village from observatory to pub, church to railway
station you’ll spot glowy globs of light. Sometimes with a DualShock
wiggle, sometimes without, these unveil vignettes of village life
pre-tits-uppingness. To uncover all of these clues you’ll need to
get your detective on, checking every door, uncovering radio
transmissions, TVs, phones and even trainsets. Was it disease that
caused the big wipe-out, or something altogether more sinister?
If you’re an all-guns-blazing type then you’ll hate this. It’s
languid – way too much, often - and definitely more of a think ’em
up. We found it a fascinating experience, filling in the stories of
people who used to be people before they became those glowy globs of
light, and nutting out – as best as our feeble little mind could -
just what the actual fuck happened in this once apparently idyllic
place.
But damn you’ll require patience. You’ll face
backtracking, red herrings (what’s with the proliferation of useless
Walkmen and Rubik’s Cubes?) and that which’ll kill the experience
for many – insanely bloody plodding walking. You can speed things up
ever-so-slightly by holding down R2, but it’s still an exercise in
ARGH. Surely in such an apocalyptic situation some urgency might be
prudent?
We suspect that it’s just impossible to push the
myriad polygons here any quicker – for EGttR looks
stunning. If you’re patient and love some John Wyndham-like intrigue
then don't stop, do punk rock. Rapture be pure, take a tour...
  
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