Oh yeah, there are tonnes of endings and scenarios for the game. Turns out Polly likes that ‘devil may care but I hope he realises what he’s given up’ swagger I’ve acquired, and we spend an awesome prom night together on her secret ending. Screw you, Damien! No one needs your stupid ‘Prince of Hell’ baggage! This time I refuse to make the same mistakes and purposefully don’t pursue anyone.
Spurned and unprepared for that kinda truth, I immediately begin another playthrough. I invite Damien to come to prom with me… and he tells me to get real, loser. Three weeks pass, and the shadow of Monster Prom loomed. The utter irreverence and unpredictability of the writing sparked by the magnetic characters ensure you’re in for one Hell of a ride, so don’t keep your arms and legs inside and touch anything that glows or drips odd liquid. For some players, this may sound all too familiar, but hang in there. It’s a mechanic that really leans into the absurdity of calculating a romance in games, and also into the grim, awful, seemingly-unending moment you wish you’d never opened your mouth or lived in the first place.Įvidently, the odds must ever be in your favour and how you choose to spend each round must be a cold-blooded tactical decision if you wanna cozy up to Cthulhu. If it doesn’t, you lose Fun and another aspect’s points, as well as any standing you had in the classmates’ eyes. If you choose a Fun solution and it works, you’ll be rewarded a pop of hearts for the love interest with added Fun and another aspect points. It’s a gamble because the solutions aren’t identified – you’ll need to guess which is which. You’ll have to take a side in the conflict but your solution might not stick its landing if the corresponding stat isn’t high enough. It’s also a perfect opportunity to (un)impress. The classmates will often start contests or breed antagonism between themselves, and luckily you happen to be there in the Bathrooms or the Auditorium or wherever to (de)escalate it.
For example, I chose Damien for my first playthrough because duh, look at him. Seems reductive to turn a multidimensional personality into these one-word aspects? Absolutely! These values, however, determine how successful your flirtations are with the object of your affections. Who you choose to sit with at lunch carries significant gravitas, just like in real life, and offers more opportunities to add Creative or Smarts or Money, etc to your ‘bank’. In morning and evening, you spend your time at any one of the places available like the Auditorium, the Library, the Outdoors so to boost certain stats. The player begins with a pop quiz of absurd questions with equally absurd answers that turn into character stats – Smarts, Boldness, Creativity, Charm, Fun and Money. Monster Prom knows flirtation is a game, and one you will sink to the most depraved depths to catch a glance in your direction. There will be no trying-very-hard-to-be-casually leaning against lockers, nor practicing writing their surname along with yours in the back page of your notes.
But this is no ordinary school and no ordinary courtship. As one of four possible students of Spooky High, now is the time to set your sights on a date and attempt to charm your way to their heart – or perhaps lack of one.
MONSTER PROM REVIEW FULL
There’s three weeks til the Monster Prom (or one week, if you choose a short over a full playthrough). ‘Cause, you know, we’re all just figuring out this weirdo life together! (◠‿◠✿) Monster Prom, set in the supernatural Spooky High School, kinda like, understands this, and provides you the opportunity to indulge the most questionable of moral quandaries, disobey several interdimensional laws, becoming public enemy número uno, all in pursuit of maybe holding hands with your crush.
MONSTER PROM REVIEW TORRENT
No matter the milestones – school, moving out, learning to drive, graduation, a nine-to-five – that we collect like semi-precious jewels to decorate paper crowns, is it possible to be our very best self? Feeling adrift, are we fulfilling an anachronistic tablet of stone for adulthood upon which we cement identity and success on how fast we progress through its tasks, comparing our pace with the continual torrent of posts and tweets and photos and statuses and stories? Will we wake up one day more tired than we’ve ever been before, byproducts of an economic climate that demands enthusiasm and exuberance from its worker bees yet barely offers a crumb of stability in return?
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