Auuugh! I have finished the demo and now I am in withdrawal. Honestly, amazing work and if that's just the prologue the game itself should be something else entirely.
They're such adorable characters and very human, very real. Qiu and Tamarack are both adorable and a little annoying in equal turns and ever so endearing.
Wishlisted and watching, best of luck in finishing the game, sincerely looking forward to it. Thank you for all the work.
Oh. Oh god this is something. I'm crying like a fountain and I just had electrolysis this morning so it really sucks. But it's ok. After all that hurt for Rose, all that, I didn't ever think it would let me see how normal it is to want the impossible. That it's not wrong to want, even if it's impossible. It doesn't have to be possible. It doesn't have to have an answer. No matter how many steps I take I still feel every moment that fear and that need to know and even worse the fear that I don't know.
But it's ok.
They're ok.
We're ok.
Thank you.
Buzz cut ending too, I just...something smelled right when that choice came up. You did an amazing job at capturing that seething feeling of being trapped under a spotlight and being expected to explain yourself. To fit their ideas, to be one of the 'good ones'.
It just hits hard and hits close, I still claw at the rarified feminine idea but sometimes I rage and hit and spit at it, at the daft pile of performative rubble I'm supposed to climb. When my resolve breaks and I'm shaving my legs at midnight because it's going to be hot the next day and as much as I think that entire exercise is pure fucking bullshit, I can't stand the thought of carrying that masculine signal with me. Trying to negotiate my existence between the 'bite me' feminist who could burn it down and the 'headpats please' trans girl who just wants to be.
This is, this is way, way too real. This is amazing. Thank you.
I...the feels. I sat down to binge the whole thing, and, I, my head, it is asplode. I mean, Lucy & 01 is one thing, but, they're all so finding something. How do robots all broadcast body issues? Why is it I want to slap 02 upside the head, but, go to pieces when I see how much her body looks like mine? Plump and vulnerable?
And Damien, you...you insufferable anime nerd. Bless you.
Sophie, I hope you're doing okay, I'm sorry, the last few years have been just so hard for everyone. Thank you for making Spare Parts, no matter what happens we've all got four special little robots and one derpy girl in our hearts from here on out. Hang tight.
I just finished my first ending today, after binging pretty hard over the holidays and, the ups and downs, so much wonder and happiness, trial and tribulation, and just, pure tear-jerking moments of blubbering.
Everything about this VN is so fantastic, the artwork, sound direction, the voicework, are all just so well done and the writing is a masterful piece of good ol' emotional manipulation, in a good way.
Thank you all for the love and hard work you've poured into this, it shows.
Wow I uh. I think I sorta suspected where it might go but I played through. It’s…real, it’s very real. Real enough to remind me of my early forays and how blisteringly much it hurt to feel, well, used. It took me a while to figure out I can’t do casual hookups and they always blew up into usually one-sided emotional involvement. To the point I sorta consider myself kinda aspec, I just can’t operate in that territory.
I wish I’d been able to put myself back together the way Dear Deer did, if he is back together that is.
And I mean this is all aside from it generally being adorable and well put together. It’s just, yow, a megaphone of emotions.
It ripped me apart in the same way, I saw the meaninglessness of how much I worry and fret and try to control my presentation and be 'the right gender' when...when I doesn't matter. It doesn't matter at all. In the face of mortality and love it doesn't matter.
Be queer, live life. It's all we have.
This one is filed under 'life changing games'.
It's the magic of the internet, Where Queers go to Cry™
But thank you again, I...can't imagine how vulnerable and open you had to be to put the kinds of emotions into this that you found a way to. You did an amazing thing and you should be so proud. I'm so proud of you, knowing now you were on the cusp of not releasing this. But you did. Just existing as a queer person is an effort, baring your soul as one, something else. I hope you celebrate your achievement here, even if just by existing. Please enjoy a delicious bowl of ramen/slice of pizza/pile of sushi/indulgent food of your choice in celebration. :)
I...thought I would hate this. I thought my skin would crawl. I'm an early 40's transfemme demi mess, I've been out like, I dunno, 3 years? 4? I don't know if I lost count for good or for ill.
Normally I don't...want to subject myself to the hookup narrative, it's so antithetical to who I finally figured out I am. I find it so hard to bear feeling like someone who doesn't the mold of what we're supposed to be like.
I'm fat, I hope desperately to pass for a woman but it's not just a struggle, it's a Sisyphean hell. Which some days I wish I could just not give a fuck about. You put together two characters more beautiful than I'll ever be, in ways I can never imagine and speaking words I don't think I could ever say.
I'm starting a business, I'm leaving behind 18 years with a firm who's like family because it's winding down. I'm feeling stripped naked in front of banks, landlords, showing off business plans, receivables, projections, and feeling afraid and judged and so at the mercy of forces utterly beyond my control yet silently judging the entirety of my life up until now.
And I am fucking flat out sobbing at this. I am bawling my eyes out. I am uglycrying, there is snot pouring from my nose.
I don't know how you did this, but, you packed up every scrap of vulnerability, fear, self consciousness, need, repression, isolation, joy, sadness, connectedness, every conflicted confusing conflated emotion I've had about being queer, about existing, ever, and put it into this.
So kudos, congrats, anything else I can say feels cheap at this point. You reached through the internet and took a scalpel to the scar tissue of my soul and even if I never play this again, I will never forget it.
Thank you.
I'm quietly shaking after reading this. I'm a fat transwoman, who transitioned at 42 and I struggle every moment with being a 'good enough woman', even more so when I drag being fat into it.
Despite looking in the opposite direction to Primrose...the view is the same. Looking vainly towards this far off thing called 'Woman' that we can't ever reach. I want to be that woman, I want to feel that I'm normal and beautiful and I'm failing if I don't, while Primose thinks she should be that woman, as is expected of her, as she is seen.
You made Primrose into such a beautiful person it was like a transcendence of this awful spectre of gender expectations, just for a moment.
Thank you for bringing Primrose's story to life. Please hold Primrose in your heart with love for the rest of time, for all of us.
This was so sweet, I wish there was more. The sewing part was the hardest, I kept stomping around for a foot pedal that wasn't there when I wanted to turn a corner.
The graphics are beautiful, the outfits are so gorgeous and playful and the stories are short but adorable. I totally burst into tears at the last one. This is really special and playful and happy.
Thank you for making this.
Okay I need to stop playing this late into the night but it's sucking me in like nothing else has in ages. There's so, so, so much in here that's speaking to me. and not to spoil, but, Lucy and 03, out shopping, straight punch to the gut. That could not have hit closer to home, and, it took a lot of guts to write. So uh, thanks. It's beautiful, they're all beautiful. *cries like a gay robot*
