Публикувани: 24 март
East Grestin, 1982
Here comes that weird guy again. The one in the red sweater and with the crooked smile always plastered on his face. It's the third time already, this month.
I look at him through the glass as he waves at me in an oddly familiar way that makes me feel a little bit awkward.
«Old friend hello! I am back again! This time everything set!». His voice is loud and cheerful as he speaks, and I just can't help but wonder what the heck is wrong with him. There's nothing to be so happy for in this rotten place, you old geezer.
«Papers, please» I simply say, ignoring his greetings.
He grins while handing me his brand new passport. I chuckle. Definitely better than the last one, at least this one is not pre-approved.
«So this time you're from Obristan, I see, Mr... Jorji Costava? Is this even your real name?».
His grin grows even wider and he starts laughing again.
«You a funny guy. I didn't like Cobrastan that much anymore. Obristan sure is a better country». He speaks with a tick foreign accent that makes me wonder where he is really from.
«Cobrastan isn't even a real country, in the first place» I point out matter-of-factly. «Where's your entry ticket?».
His smile fades a little.
«Arstotzka so great, we don't need an entry ticket!».
«This is the same thing you said last time about passports. I'm sorry, an entry ticket is required». I hand his passport back.
«Wow, you run very strict border here». He puts his paper back in the pocket of his trousers, shrugging. «That is good. Do job right. I look for entry thing and come back».
Before leaving the booth, he stares intensely at me.
«You a good guy, but I have business in Arstotzka. I see you soon». He waves me goodbye and then disappears in the crowd, with that big careless smile on his face.
I keep staring at the ceiling of my bedroom. Afterall, it seems I can't really sleep at all tonight.
I can hear my wife coughing weakly beside me. The doctor said it's just a cold, but she's getting worse day after day. I'm slightly worried.
Our son is sleeping in the next room, the only one lit by the sun in the morning. He is turning 7 next week. I'd really want to buy him a special present for his birthday.
We are currently living in a small apartment provided by the Ministry of Admission, here in East Grestin. The rooms are small and the heather doesn't work half the time. On top of that, our neighbours are awfully nosy. Living here is not that great, but there's really nothing I can do about it.
A week has passed since Jorji Costava last showed up. Maybe he is having a hard time finding a fake entry permit. Maybe he just gave up. Quite unlikely.
The siren's ringing, another day of work is starting.
A tall figure silently enters the booth. He's wearing a green hood and his face is hidden behind a grey mask. I'm about to call the security, but he gently slides a paper note under the window and starts staring at me.
«There's no much time, be quick please». His voice sounds young- he's probably younger than me- and unusually relaxed.
My hands are shaking and I don't even know why.
There's an odd symbol drawn on top of the card, a star-shaped one. I slowly open the note and start reading. I can feel the masked guy's staring gaze on me. ARSTOTZKA IS GREAT COUNTRY POISONED BY CORRUPT LEADERS
WAR HAS MADE GOV'T GREEDY AND PARANOID - YOU HAVE SEEN FOR YOURSELF
HELP US FREE ARSTOTZKA FROM ITS SHACKLES
+ THE ORDER OF THE EZIC STAR I'm in a cold sweat.
I look up at the masked guy, I'm at a loss for words.
«Our agent are ready», he helds out his hand, eyeing the card. «Starting tomorrow. Let them pass».
In Papers, Please you play as an immigration inspector working for the Ministry of Admission of Arstotzka in East Grestin. Your job is to check on people trying to enter Arstotzka and decide who can pass through the border and who has to be denied or even arrested.
Most of the time, your decisions will lead to a different ending (not always a good one!).
Choose wisely, the destiny of Arstotzka, your family and many other people is in your hands.
-Well written dystopian setting
-20 different endings
-Lovely retro graphics
-Great plot and sub-plots
-Shooting terrorists from your inspection booth since 1982
-Did I already mention Jorji Costava?
-Maybe old school graphics are not everyone's cup of tea (I personally love it though)
-Stamping visas and check out papers will probably sound boring to someone
-There's no "Escape to Obristan with your newfound best friend Jorji" ending
Papers, Please is hands-down one of my favorite games. Be sure to give it a try, you definitely won't regret it.