Feed IT Souls is an angry game. I suspect it wouldn’t exist without that anger. This game is its opinion on its subject matter, fully entangled and intertwined, and it hates that subject. If you’re reading a blog about indie, artist-made Game Boy games in current year, you’ll probably find something to agree with here. I have thoughts on those thoughts, and will elaborate on them in a minute, but I’d be doing FIS a disservice if I didn’t talk about it as a video game as well, because it’s pretty good at being one!
This is a platformer, and as such you have a jump. Said jump lasts about exactly as long as you hold the button until you hit its apex, meaning movement feels responsive, weighty, and most importantly, precise. The levels take this precision into account, demanding accuracy or a trip back to the last checkpoint, but never becoming so challenging that it feels unreasonable thanks to the quality of the player control.
FIS is technically a metroidvania, albeit a considerably distilled one, and as a result you gain some movement tricks over the course of the game. I typically dread when platformers grant significant midair controls as the level design and challenge tends to suffer as a result. You’ll be spared from me complaining about double jumps and their consequences today, because FIS’s execution of aerial movement is better than most. The dash here combines movement with offensive utility in a far more satisfying manner than many comparable games, maintaining the game’s pace and precision, without ever feeling like it’s trying to fit too many functions onto the Game Boy’s layout. It’s satisfying! I’d have liked to see a few more hazards, as well as some more challenges (optional or otherwise) that really squeezed this moveset for everything it had, but I’m willing to chalk this up more to my enjoying the gameplay enough to want more of it than any failure of design.
A playthrough of FIS will probably take most folks about an hour or so. I played carelessly, and spent a bit of extra time slithering in and out of the game’s many wall-vulvas at the end to grab the 3 eggs I missed for 100%, so I spent more time in the grime. I was never bored for a moment, and it opts to wrap up just before its ideas would start running out of steam. Let me reiterate though, you’re just as much here for this game’s ideas and catharsis as you are the hop’n’bop if not more so, and as a result this brisk pace only serves to strengthen what’s on offer.
Alright, that’s the video game addressed! Now I get to call Elon Musk a loser on a website that talks about Game Boy games and have it actually be relevant! What a time to be alive.
So yeah, that’s what this game is about. If you consider that a spoiler I apologize, but it has a bigass muskrat enemy as well as a ton of direct references to the man and his ceaseless posting pretty early in, so I don’t think I’m ruining anything by saying so. If anything I suspect a lot of folks would be a lot more interested in the game’s pitch if it just came right out and said it on the itch.io pa-oh wait, it does! It says anti-Musk right there! And people on the internet manage to be surprised or confused as to what this is trying to do? I get we’re here to play Game Boy games, but there isn’t even subtext! Come on y’all.
Anyway! I think we’ve all earned a bit of Musk-bashing as a treat after being subjected to years of his dogshit opinions and suffering his continuous direct impact on our actual real lives. This game doesn’t even alter his actual words that much beyond recontextutalizing them for the MeatMars we find ourselves on. He’s just as petulant, idiotic, and pissy here as the real thing, ruining the lives of everyone around him in service of seeing his vision through, only to constantly change that vision when the realities of the situation prove it untenable then declare victory by super-genius anyway. With every shove of the goalposts more lives and skilled workers are lost, until the situation deteriorates to the point where he needs to upload his consciousness to a comically oversized smartphone and manufacture more help. Now your player character is the newest helping hand fresh off the conveyor belt, built to serve, unquestioning, lest you be thrown back in the meatgrinder and replaced with another. The greatest sin you commit in the eyes of your “creator” is reclaiming your agency. Apt!
Look, I’m a writer. I like a clever work that I need to unpack as much as the next person who was failed by a public school gifted program. Subtlety can be useful, but it is but one tool of many in a writer’s belt, and sometimes it’s the wrong tool for the job. Sometimes precision instruments don’t get it done. Sometimes you just need a hammer. Feed IT Souls is a pneumatic one. I can’t call this the greatest Game Boy game I’ve played, indie or otherwise, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it from head to tail, both as a platformer and as a platform.
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