rare to come across a game celebrating luminously-hued ice pole/ice
cream hybrids on a stick which Ford decided were good colour
swatches for their utes.
Itís still rare, for this Splice
has absolutely zero to do with iced confectionery.
itís all about science. Weird science, but without a humanised
Barbie and a killer í80s soundtrack (although the varying degrees of
piano-fuelled urgency here are quite magnificent, despite a lack of
improbable hair and DX7 chime sounds).
Much like real
science, youíll need a puzzle-minded approach to the
slickly-presented Splice. Not just because itís
sciencematific, but also because itís a puzzle game. You literally
get involved at a cellular level, with the object being to rearrange
strands (which, speaking of killer í80s soundtracks, look remarkably
like Peter Savilleís cover for New Orderís sheep-infused ĎFine Timeí
single) to meet exacting standards. Well, to make them match the
shadow strand that allows progress.
Upon first encounter it
can be baffling, unless youíre like all hyper-brainy and stuff. You
click on certain strand bits and drag them to certain greyed-out
strand receptacles. From here theyíll sproing into the structure
either how you wish or, more likely, how you donít.
Variations on basic
capsulesque cells appear the further you progress. Some will
multiply, others will commit teensy-weensy,
only-viewable-by-microscope suicide in a tragic genetic ĎFOOF!í of
Naturally it isnít just a matter
of trial and error, for youíve only a set move quota before youíve
failed miserably as a scientist and need to do a comeback tour
cleaning dunnies, burger flipping or something else that any real
science-like person wouldnít be caught dead doing. Fucking snobs
that they are.
With some 77 levels to conquer thereís much
challenge, but Splice really is only for hardcore thinker
puzzler types. Itís not elitist, it just requires serious banging
together of brain cells.