-REVIEW: BIT.TRIP.RUNNER- sensory overload: the game
Developer: Gaijin Games
Price: $9.99 (PC, Steam)
BRAIN, STOP RUNNING DAMMIT
Your brain has a limited capacity for interpreting sensory
phenomena. In fact, one of your brain’s primary functions is to actively kill
signals so that you can interpret other signals more effectively. Without it,
you’d basically be a perpetually frustrated, annoyed, itchy, incoherent,
grumpy, oblivious misanthrope all the time.
BIT. TRIP.RUNNER is a misanthropisation device.
It won’t make you feel like that right away, but it gets to
you. The thing about BTR is that It slowly wears away at your willingness to
resist your brain’s attempts to filter the information. The psychedelic colors,
the 2D plane on a 3D background, the little black cucumber man’s deathly allergy
to negative acceleration. All of these things are easily understood, grasped at
the first moment. Though as they layer on top of each other over and over and
over again, so too do they pile weight upon burdensome weight upon your tired,
taxed brain. This game makes me feel as though I’ve been looking at a pile of
vomit designed by Nicki Minaj, and for far too long.
And you will suffer this, of course, all in the name of
points. Points for god knows what, who knows (god knows, what). At first, that
is. Like every good limit-pushing exercise, to succeed in BTR is to appreciate
it. There is eventually a moment through the course of your psychedelic
coursing that images literally begin to fade into and out of focus randomly. Perhaps
it’s what it feels like to have an epileptic seizure while being fully aware of
having an epileptic seizure; to chase that halo all the way to its bittersweet
destination.
At this moment, you transcend. You transcend the bounds of
the black cucumber man, the psychedelic colors, and the diabolical
superpositioning of multiple 3D images. You transcend into the space where time
is measured in beats and gold bars, in springs and rainbow powerups. You
transcend into the space where notes have a flavor and colors have a smell,
where sights have a texture and your curses lazily crawl out your throat and
expire at the edge of your lower lip. You are tripping the beat.
You are BIT.TRIP.RUNNER.