ground I walk on? Worryingly, yes. The more Strange U absorbed, the more of the planet you see.
It just isn’t yours.
The reptile is supplying the monstrous voice with music and nobody is doing anything about it.
How is the government going to help? Prime Minister-designate, Mr. Kill, has just snorted a fat
line of coke and is about detonate your local hospital. There’s something strange going on in your
brain and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. Dr. Zygote offers no choice. Let the madmen
operate on your eyeballs and banish all reality before you.
Snap back to the planet you think you’re on and we might have a chance at explaining this thing.
Between the sonic zaps and lingering synths there's something resonating with our own world,
but your eye-sight keeps blurring before you can grasp what it is. You don’t know if you’re being
drugged or if it’s making things clearer than they ever were before. All you see is the
overwhelming glow of fore-frontal intrigue. You’re a captive to the eye-drilling wordplay and there
isn’t a soul in the galaxy that can save you.
It’s sci-fi dystopia personified at its most compelling and obscure. Daisy inserts the gold coin to
explore Mario’s nightmare and Mumm Ra finally explains love. Venomous. Empathy creeps slowly,
though nobody but King Kashmere speaks your language. You’ve got nothing to follow but the
over-arching voice of perverted reason. And just when things begin feeling tangible, your diner
booth evaporates and you continue bouncing along the walls of a holographic abyss.
door and neon exit sign with a little walking man on it is a trap. Have you finished, or is this only
the beginning? You want a ‘review’? Out of ten? 4080. What does that mean? Go enter the maze
yourself- I dare you.
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