"Let's do it man... let's take the shrooms".

A little later you're on your weird friend's couch and it really starts to kick in. You make the terrible mistake of leafing through his H.R Giger coffee table book, and you are instantly transported to the realm of bio-mechanical ♥♥♥♥ and ♥♥♥♥♥. All you can do is grope blindly through a ♥♥♥♥♥♥ film grain effect you can't turn off. ♥♥♥♥ man. If you'd pay 50 bucks for a good boomer trip, you can cough up 40 bucks for this absolute gorgeous nightmare of a game.

Scorn is as Scorn does. In the absence of stilted dialog or strangely well-articulated bloody messages on walls, Scorn just tosses you into the deep end, laughing as you splash about in its immaculately designed grey ooze. It is porn for the imagination.

In its gameplay, Scorn most closely channels the essence of old-school adventure games like Myst or Zork. So much of the fun comes from figuring out what the ♥♥♥♥ is going on. What does this horrific device do? Do I just plug it into this hole? Or the other one? Man, I always mess that one up. Ultimately, though, the gameplay is not the draw here, and if you're hoping for deep erotomechanics you will be sorely disappointed.

The world of Scorn is not a scornful one so much as it is an unfeeling one. Grimy metal surfaces drip with cold scraps of skin and bone. The struts of forgotten machinery creak and bend like so many mummified limbs. Intestinal hallways snake in and around massive interior structures like maggots through the thorax. Dessicated green bodies dry hard into the eeriest and strangest rigor mortis. Dead planets of shattered earth and ancient flesh and obelisks looming in fog... Scorn is pure visual poetry and contains some of the best art direction I've ever witnessed.

There is a profound sense of emptiness and isolation that the game engenders in its bleakest and most beautiful moments. As a long time fan of Giger (and one who oddly enough does NOT dabble in BDSM), Scorn is like stepping into the artist's own mind.

Scorn excels as a horror game. In some ways I can liken it to the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre -- a film that is soaked in artful disgust instead of gore and cheap jump-scares. Both of these culminate in brilliant scenes of pure, unfiltered dread.

At one critical point, you're forced to no longer play the role of innocent observer and you become just as cruel and thoughtless as the denizens of Scorn's wet twisting tunnels and towering, wind-swept facades. You'll know it when you see it, and this early sequence absolutely nails the themes of dread, pity, and disgust that permeate this macabre work of art.

But yea prob wait for it to go on sale lol

"Let's do it man... let's take the shrooms". A little later you're on your weird friend's couch and it really starts to kick in. You make the terrible mistake of leafing through his H.R Giger coffee table book, and you are instantly transported to the realm of bio-mechanical cock and pussy. All you can do is grope blindly through a shitty film grain effect you can't turn off. Shit man. If you'd pay 50 bucks for a good boomer trip, you can cough up 40 bucks for this absolute gorgeous nightmare of a game. Scorn is as Scorn does. In the absence of stilted dialog or strangely well-articulated bloody messages on walls, Scorn just tosses you into the deep end, laughing as you splash about in its immaculately designed grey ooze. It is porn for the imagination. In its gameplay, Scorn most closely channels the essence of old-school adventure games like Myst or Zork. So much of the fun comes from figuring out what the fuck is going on. What does this horrific device do? Do I just plug it into this hole? Or the other one? Man, I always mess that one up. Ultimately, though, the gameplay is not the draw here, and if you're hoping for deep erotomechanics you will be sorely disappointed. The world of Scorn is not a scornful one so much as it is an unfeeling one. Grimy metal surfaces drip with cold scraps of skin and bone. The struts of forgotten machinery creak and bend like so many mummified limbs. Intestinal hallways snake in and around massive interior structures like maggots through the thorax. Dessicated green bodies dry hard into the eeriest and strangest rigor mortis. Dead planets of shattered earth and ancient flesh and obelisks looming in fog... Scorn is pure visual poetry and contains some of the best art direction I've ever witnessed. There is a profound sense of emptiness and isolation that the game engenders in its bleakest and most beautiful moments. As a long time fan of Giger (and one who oddly enough does NOT dabble in BDSM), Scorn is like stepping into the artist's own mind. Scorn excels as a horror game. In some ways I can liken it to the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre -- a film that is soaked in artful disgust instead of gore and cheap jump-scares. Both of these culminate in brilliant scenes of pure, unfiltered dread. At one critical point, you're forced to no longer play the role of innocent observer and you become just as cruel and thoughtless as the denizens of Scorn's wet twisting tunnels and towering, wind-swept facades. You'll know it when you see it, and this early sequence absolutely nails the themes of dread, pity, and disgust that permeate this macabre work of art. But yea prob wait for it to go on sale lol