Every new location will have the player thinking “Oh no, what’s going to happen now?” This isn’t the kind of story that hinges on jump scares, but rather keeps treading water in an ocean of uneasiness. Every clap of thunder, every creaky door adds to the dread. The game gets a lot of mileage out of the inherent creepiness of the Pacific Northwest, with its endless trees and constant rain. There are echoes of Twin Peaks, Welcome To Night Vale, even Gravity Falls is mixed in here and there. Well, Oxenfree is a giant stew of a video game. We all know that The Matrix is a giant stew of action flicks, westerns, martial arts, philosophy, and religion, but the way the filmmakers combined all the ingredients together made it a unique and entertaining movie.
It’s often said that originality is the art of concealing your sources. Before long, Jonas is lost in a cave, ominous voices are coming through the channels, and the next ferry not stopping by for 12 hours is the least of their worries. In an attempt to humor him, Alex does as she’s told. Nevertheless, the teens get down to business.Īfter a few rounds of Truth or Slap (exactly what it sounds like), Ren convinces Alex and Jonas to test the rumor he’s heard that if you stand in the right place and tune the frequency of an analog radio just so, weird things will happen. When they get there, only Clarissa and her friend Nona are accounted for, a much smaller group than expected. Their plan? To meet other high-schoolers on the diminutive beach and spend the night drinking. Alex, the player character, finds herself on a ferry to Edwards Island with Ren, her longtime friend who never shuts up, and Jonas, her brand new step-brother she doesn’t know that much about. The game opens with a gloomy sky and a weirdly upbeat voice-over. Oxenfree is about all three of those people.
And still, others try to change what’s already been set in stone, as if believing in themselves hard enough will erase the past and rewrite the present. Others push it down, hoping to bury it beneath new memories. Some people carry that mark with the help of family and friends. Wherever we’re from, whoever we are, we’ve all experienced trauma so deep that it leaves a mark on our souls.
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