July 1, 2021

Curious things happen when you slow down for The Longest Road on Earth

It's a gutsy game that makes you sit through a three-minute opening credits sequence of just a slow pan along a long road - a pixelated black and white road - and not let you skip it. Three minutes feels like an eternity to not do something in a game. But, unhurriedly, the names of the developers appear on the screen, and breathy folk music whispers in your ear. I'm hammering every button I can think of to get the game moving because normally games get moving by now, and who has time for this? But The Longest Road on Earth makes you make time. This is its pace. It walks, it waits, it queues. So, so do you. And that's the point of the opening: to settle you down and prepare you for something quite different.

Curious things happen when you slow down. Unlatch the mind from whatever you have it attached to and it begins to wander, and wonder. Random thoughts start to occur. You may start to see stories in things. That's what I think is happening here. Not only is the game about the silences in life, it's deliberately creating silence so you can fill them with interpretations of what you think they're about. What you think it, the game, is about. Because nothing here is declared. There's no dialogue, no text, no overt declaration of what is going on. There are just animal-people going about their lives. What connects them, if anything? You decide.

Like I said, it's a gutsy thing to do. Even little things like characters walking instead of running creates a jarring feeling. But I think they jar on purpose. We don't run around all day do we? No, so why should they? They are not ninjas or people doing extraordinary things, as in many games. They are normal people doing normal things. They hang out washing, they walk to work, they ride the train. Actually, there's a lot of riding the train. And while you're on the train, there's nothing to do but observe: to look at the lamp on the table, or to look at the people opposite you, faces pulled down by life. Is that why no one runs? Is that why the world has no colour in it? Incidentally, there is a wonderful moment when someone does run, unshackled by life, and it feels joyous.

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