Dark Dream by eShredder
Trapped in a dark world of nightmares you decide to collect all of the nightmare spirits to unleash their horrible power upon the overworld, our world.
Controls:
Move - Right/Left
Jump - Z
Post Compo version:
*Updates:
> Background ever so slightly brighter.
> Added progress bar.
*Fixes:
> Size of background light did not update correctly.
Controls:
Move - Right/Left
Jump - Z
Post Compo version:
*Updates:
> Background ever so slightly brighter.
> Added progress bar.
*Fixes:
> Size of background light did not update correctly.
Ratings
| Coolness | 83% | 2 |
| Overall | 3.75 | 43 |
| Audio | 3.49 | 56 |
| Fun | 3.28 | 162 |
| Graphics | 4.11 | 45 |
| Humor | 1.95 | 572 |
| Innovation | 2.57 | 504 |
| Mood | 4.05 | 9 |
| Theme | 3.08 | 423 |
I also liked the story put forth by the lighting and coloring. Our protagonist is black and, we presume, evil. He collects nightmares which are black, touching anything white hurts him. Two things I noticed were, firstly, the protagonist's life force is represented by the light he's emitting, and secondly, the entire world in which he roams is black. I couldn't help but wonder what was implied by this and what it could mean. Is the world hes surrounded by evil? Or perhaps black wasn't evil at all, perhaps black represented the neutral in the world. Maybe our protagonist wasn't evil, simply a normal guy. Black being evil, of course, is just an assumption made by the player, this is never explicitly mentioned anywhere, black nightmares in the context of a black world could mean normality, maybe they were simply a part of his every day life, much like the grass on the ground.
The almost ever present glow represented the goodness inside of the protagonist, his commendable attributes which had evolved as he had progressed through his life, yet, still he clung to the black, the mundane. Why was it that touching anything light would slowly damage him? The lights it seemed, shining brighter than the brightest stars, represented the most positive things he'd ever come across in his life. For some reason they would seemingly have a profoundly negative effect on him. They wouldn't just hurt him, they'd relentlessly and irreversibly remove his own goodness. Was this all the result of too much of a good thing? The rules of the world were that the light would hurt the protagonist, and that he should stick to the mundane black world which had always been so familiar to him. I think this spoke lengths about the kind of person the protagonist was, at least at this point in his life, and how some days, I imagine, his existence could have felt much like a dark dream.