TAPE: Unveil the Memories

I enjoyed the Game play concept and Atmosphere but the time rewinding can feel quite sluggish at times and environments felt a bit dull in a lot of areas. I still enjoyed it and would recommend it if you have some patience.

Perhaps a cool concept but it didnt work for me, even though my favourite kind of games are 1st person story driven puzzlers, especially in VR, which I played it in using UEVR. This had a lot to do with the game being in Spanish, which I do not speak or understand.

This was a great play! The story may be fictional, but seeing certain current events, it does feel very realistic. I play a lot of indie horror games and this is miles above the average one in terms of quality, game design and story - I enjoyed it a lot. The only nitpicking I have is the pick up animation and the way it hesitates before picking up anything, EVERY time lmao. But that's really minor (and that dink sound when you get things wrong... shudder). My playthrough: https://youtu.be/pt0tq1_XeIc?t=3314

played game on 5-3-26 game spoken in other language. Started in box room of log cabin Played nice graphics.

A good Game with a complicated story to understand

[h1]Red Room[/h1] At times, coincidences feel real: we all possess our red room. I am in a room—say, the hospital where Anxo had ended up—and I find a door. I open it. It resembles a stage, draped in a red curtain. Pleated, as if something wished to reveal the truth to me; as if it were contracting. The floor, too, is of red and white lines. Zigzagged, broken, folded. Within—or in the midst—is a television set, switched off. Sometimes, there is one of those toy rocking horses. It feels strange to behold. Then the television flickers to life when I insert a VHS tape—showing Anxo speaking to me with a false, strange, exaggerated, glassy tenderness. The brand of the television is NISU: in Galicia, it means Ni Su padre lo conoce. This tape of my father, Anxo, feels as if I do not know him; I know not who he is, nor what he has done. This room speaks more truth than it appears to. The folded curtains feel like dwelling inside a forbidden passion; it is a dream in which a rocking horse remains in motion. This is a dream, whispering truth. This red room: it reveals to me who Anxo is—an angel who was mine, only to become a fallen angel. Then, I vomit violently; I feel the gaze of many…