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			POSTED 
			18/8/15
 
  HATOFUL BOYFRIEND
 
 Mediatonic/Devolver Digital
 
 
       
 
  
			 
			
			
			Alright! It’s time to go cruising to pick up birds. Quite literally.
 You’re a teenage human girl. Well, you’re most likely not, but 
			you are in this game’s universe, so deal. It’s the future, a time 
			where humans have nearly been wiped out, but it’s cool because birds 
			have become all super-smart and stuff. You fought the war but the 
			birds won.
 
 Anyway, you’ve just rocked up to your new school, 
			St PigeoNation’s Institute. As it’s like totally an all-bird school 
			(seemingly except for you) all of your classmates are, of course, birds. 
			Obviously at this juncture we’ve stopped typing in the English 
			slangnacular. We’re talking actual birds, flappy creatures – winged 
			and able to fly.
 
 They’re also – perhaps ironically 
			considering their commonly acknowledged nemeses - capable of being 
			alarmingly catty, which you will soon discover.
 
 To confuse 
			matters further, despite their feathered features, a quick toggle 
			can depict them as what they’d apparently look like if human. Yep, 
			this is getting really fucking weirder by the second...
 
 So,
			Hatoful Boyfriend is essentially a dating simulator, 
			squished within the framework of a choose-your-own-adventure 
			interactive novel. You’ll spend a lot of time absorbing (often 
			brilliant, if not consistently odd) dialogue, stabbing a button, 
			absorbing more dialogue then rinsing and repeating. However, every 
			so often you’ll get to make a choice, subsequently causing a branch 
			(not the type you can perch upon, natch) which can lead eventually 
			to any of some 15 endings.
 
 You’ll also likely crave pudding.
 
 We’ve 
			absolutely no idea what the team behind this utterly nuts affair 
			were on when they created Hatoful Boyfriend, but we don’t 
			want some, as it must be seriously scary stuff. We’re most happy to 
			dabble in their universe though, as everybirdie deserves a safe 
			environment in which to play out their repressed avian fantasies, 
			innit?
 
 
     
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