Within about 30 seconds of starting, and realising just how badly the fox moves (she steers like a boat, rather than say, a fox), you encounter a dead baby fox-cub lying on the grass. In this game you play as a fox, because - er - it's about a dream a man had? BUT WITH TEH FEELS. I'm about to take a giant shit on a game that, for all I know, could well be a developer processing his own feelings about his losing his dad. Most prominently, the death of a man's father. Sanctimonious from the opening moments, this is a mediocre third-person exploration game made nauseating by the most self-obsessed narration I've ever encountered. For me, The First Tree leaps over that line with a clumsily implemented, wildly incongruous double-jump. ![]() ![]() There is a fine line a lot of introspective indie games are walking, between a careful exploration of memories and events, and solipsism.
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