Whoa (posted 26 September 2005)
This game freaked me out. Crazy stuffed animals... Dream analysis.. No matter where I turn I can't escape Freud. ugh.
Funniest part of the game: It presents itself as highly anti-consumerist, but it is constantly in your face that YOU YES YOU!! can buy one of those fuzzy and oh so messed up little buggers and abuse it in the privacy of your own home (beyond whatever you put it through on the computer screen). Consumerism = soullessness and loneliness, yet they want you to buy their product and so become soulless and lonely?
Did anyone exercise their more...shall we say....sadistic impulses when playing the therapy game? I (hmm the conundrum of the 'I' again) tried the best I could to figure out their nuerosies (sp?), but in the case of the crocodile, I gave up, and drugged it until it freaked. Not sure what that says about me, admittedly probably not something very positive, but oh well..stupid stuffed animal thingy.
-Corey
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I am so glad I'm not the only one that drugged the poor croc to freaky levels - well, actually to the point that somehow his therapy was causing insane regression and the only option they gave me was shock treatment. And I couldn't make it shut off!!! It was totally starting to freak me out, because the first time I used the shock machine was entirely accidental - I clicked on what I thought was the stethoscope under the bed, and the next thing I knew, the poor sheep was strapped down and convulsing. And there was no exit! I flinched every time I pushed the button and his wool wigged out. But even more disturbing to me was the de-sensitization of my own senses that occurred over the course of the game, because when I got to the croc, I just braced myself and pushed the button over and over, hoping that there was a magic number and it would all cease. But it didn't. So I first left the sheep abandoned in some forgotten treatment room, remembered only by the purple splotch in the waiting room recalling his past presence, and then I fled from the crocodile, left on the treatment table in the fetal position, strapped down, and electrically spazzing open and closed like neurotic pliers. And he was far worse off then - his mental stability gauge had hit red - than he had been when I started to "help" him. After my session with that little game, I am feeling a little in need of some psychiatric help myself....But with my luck, I'd end up with a shrink that played the game like me....
Posted by: Cassie
at September 27, 2005 03:32 AM
I dunno, I wasn't all that freaked out about the game. I did my best to make sure that I could cure the animals without using shock treatment and for the most part I did.
I was bothered though, by the fact that the game tried to get you (the player) to try and buy the animals. But I guess it kind of makes sense after what Prof. Parent said in class, that it was after the fact that the game sold the toys or rather at the behest of the gamers they began to sell. I guess the other players failed to understand the intro to the game.
Posted by: lgreva
at October 11, 2005 06:21 PM
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