My Name is Addiction Reviews

Disturbing Confrontational Weird as FARK All in the best way possible, though, and SO worth the buy. Look, just do yourself a favour and buy it. If you regret it, I'll buy you a pack of tissues...maybe...

Well thats a strange game. I dont think i really understood this game but maybe it can give you perpective about addiction specially in porn

I haven't even gotten close to finishing this game, but I wanted to share my very emotional experience thus far. The abstract nature, prodding such a socially abstract weakness creates such an effective slash right through whatever veil of emotional numbness those who have such an addiction, and/or has experienced sexual trauma have developed. In my case, I have experienced both; and it may sound strange, as little has been established thus far in my playtime, but I already am sobbing my eyes out meeting myself with the subtle narrative approach to the game. It's very hard to explain, but the way the emotional dissonance between sex, love, attention, and even self hate is captured in the emotional struggles and gymnastics of the protagonist is incredibly accurate and relatable. Because of this, this game is beautifully painful to play, and I think its most powerful aspect, is how it can make the feelings those whom are afflicted ignore and mask, be faced directly with a certain assurance that you are not alone, and thus you are not a monster. This game makes healing feel possible, and takes away from the isolation and shame.

My Name is Addiction. It‘s not really a game but actually a statement; a critical comment on how playing with fire can get yourself some heavy 3rd degree burns in an instant. A picture that tries to siphon out your soul without filling the gap it creates. This is the story of a broken woman, a girl so young and innocent that she wouldn‘t be allowed to play this game she‘s the protagonist of. Cleril’s My Name is Addiction may be one of the most disturbing novel ever made (it could upset some players even more than Quentin Tarantino‘s Super Mario Bros. or even EA‘s Assassin‘s Creed did), yet it’s impossible to take your eyes off it, even though it‘s 4:26 am and you got to be awake in less than an hour. Based on the 1818 novel by Mary Shelley, the book, a full-throttle, sickening mindbender, is hypnotically harrowing and very intense, an auditive, visual and spiritual plunge into the seduction and terror of substance addiction. The lead designer interconnects the tales of fourteen desperate, outerborough urban nobody-protagonists who fall prey, in different ways, to the slavery of pornographic abuse. A few of them are just regular weird junkies, but the novel will be best remembered for Tom Hank‘s role as a sad, matronly e-Sports yenta who gets hooked on pornography. Cleril, in a disturbingly virtuoso act of „holy shit“-bad trip perversity, literally turns Tom‘s world inside out, stealing the player‘s soul that has already lost its contours (but surely not its desire to be loved by some of the actors he depends on). So much for the youth-chic glamour of pornography! Some players, and more than a few critics (specifically excluding myself), are likely to accuse My Name is Addiction of being ”manipulative” and of disgustingly dressing up primal kick exploitation voyeurism as regular, though beautifully drawn gutter art. In a year, however, when America‘s political culture is being called on the carpet for its stupidity, violence and extremity, Cleril has made one of the rare dark-as-midnight novels that finds its very unholy essence - and, in a strange way, its sacred morality - by going ”way too far,” by depicting the unspeakable without any kind of safety net of restraint. As MNIA unspools, the player’s dread relentlessly surges forward with some disturbing kind of cathartic and terrified amazement. Those willing to take this weird journey may feel as if they’re not so much trapped as hooked - addicted to the pornographically well-drawn images that are addling the characters’ brains. This is only Cleril’s second game, after The Elder Scroll V: Skyrim, the low-budget indie novelty hit of flashy, mod-infested paranoia that crashes your computer the second you start it, but as a novelmaker he has now made a dazzling, bravura leap. The developer has turned his style into a powerfully unsettling style of freakout sensuality, complete with player-affecting hallucinations, nerve-twitching spatial-temporal back-and-forths, terribly stroboscopic montages of ritual porn abuse and a clinical shock-cut intensity that makes you feel as if Tom Hank’s sick psyches had merged with your own. Cleril was recently hired to write the script for the fourty-sixth Call of Duty script; if he‘s able to bring anything in that approaches this level of creative ferocity to the reimagination of that terribly overrated series, he could help reenergize mainstream shooters. Well, at least until you beat the campaign again and are now yelling at innocent children playing it online. Jessica Chestain, all sinew and pale skin as usual, inherited the role of a girl that asks you out for dinner. She‘s an American thrill seeker in her early 60s whose only ambition is to shoot porn as often as possible. There’s an authentic scruffy anonymity to the way that Jessica and her best buddy (the player) laugh and shimmy to a techno groove as the porn gets injected as printed and shred pieces of paper into their veins, gaining a grip on their blood. At crucial points, each of the two figures is viewed - pinned - by a fixed camera as they scramble, against a herky-jerky hand-drawn background, to escape some of their inevitable, awful destiny. The technique may look familiar for Marvel fans, but I’ve never seen it used the way that Cleril does - to suggest that the characters, through porn, are completely severed from their very identities, to the point that they appear to be surveying their very own self destruction, as if they were players in a video game themselves. My Name is Addiction may be the first novel to ever fully capture the way that porn can disassociate us from ourselves. It’s that perception that powers the extraordinary tale of the player’s grandmother, Tom Hanks. Eager to fit into his old captain‘s uniform, the one his Somalian pirate mooned over in one of his first games, Tom uses a regular smartphone that offers endless amounts of porn, and the tangled power surge of kinky pictures and relaxing deviantart images begins to interact with his loves and desires, his fixation on playing crap roles in bad movies, his habitual staring at a telephone for no reason at all. The spiral of surreal hypothermia becomes almost too much to bear. Yet Hanks, in a fearless performance, never lets us forget how deeply his porn addiction is rooted in the piercing cul-de-sac of his loneliness as an actor. Random toy stores in line at LA’s boardwalk, baiting passersby into pushing luck for cheap stuffed toys. On midways, delusion is playfully peddled for profit. Visions of luxury become inescapable nightmares of insatiable itches - to be aroused, satisfied, famous, feared. MNIA glamorizes nothing en route to a near-nauseating finale, which feels like a rollercoaster car hitched off the track and hurtled into hell’s depths. Yet for the game‘s conclusive hellfire, it’s a midpoint scene extinguishing Tom‘s flickering flame of happiness that crushes the most. In a heartbreaking monologue, the player’s very own voice, secretly recorded by hacking his phone, composure and will crumble as he croaks, “This game is so damn weird,” to himself. It’s then that a player loses his mind forever - powerless to pull himself back from the brink of self-destruction, let alone anyone else. A decade later, and now likely for all time, “My Name is Addiction” still follows through with full force on its cautionary stomach punch. Does the novel go too far? In the final scene of devastation, which offers a total of one out of seven endings, the player can carefully observe their character’s horrific fates; Cleril lays on his drawn art with didactic brutality. In at least one of these endings, however, the novel attains a kind of queasy greatness: We watch as Tom Hanks opens up another tab on his browser, starting a last, peaceful porn and his willing dehumanization is dramatized in discreet flash cuts, with a present-tense nightmare intimacy that leaves us absolutely speechless. At that moment, the player, once alive, feels that he himself was the protagonist with the many names, he who has now abandoned the dream of himself for the mere illusion that is pornography. My Name is Addiciton, at times very disturbing and always intense, offers its own acid trip for players and is a first-hand look at a huge number of people who become trapped by their own, self-crafted hell. Let your sorrows be washed away by the flood of informaton available at your finger tips. Those intense, soul stealing videos of lust will surely take you back to your own self; you just have to, for the last time in your life, open up pornhub. Welcome to your hell.

I stumbled upon this game by pure luck. And as a previous addict myself, this was...a surreal experience. Thank you very much for the time and effort that went into this game. It's truly wonderful. I will replay it again, so I can achieve different endings. To all the fighters out there, stay strong. Porn kills love.

I remember My Name is Addiction as a very weird experience. There’s a massive amount of moments where you don’t really know what is going on. Supposedly there are multiple endings, but I only had it in me to go through one and never return to the game. And the graphics used in it are meh to say it lightly, but you can tell that from storepage already. Honestly though, I have zero clue how I ended up having this game. Must have been in a bundle, because I highly doubt I’d get it in any other way. That one ending I mentioned is shown on my YouTube channel on [url= https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLF6bMpb7g7_RYBh5wUnnPCLWaPDpn0eBx]My Name is Addiction playlist[/url], so feel free to check this out and maybe it'll help you decide whether to spend the money, wait for it to be in a bundle (recommended option by me) or skip past the game.

Wow! Got much more then expected. Wonderful indie game that touches base on sensitive subjects. Exactly what the medium should be used for. Could remove all the sex talk and still have something quite deep and meaningful. Not for everyone but if you're an open minded sort and willing to try something different, well worth checking out for the price. Mixes Poetry, Picasso like art and a Pink Floyd esque soundtrack, mesmerizing stuff. Kudos to the dev! https://youtu.be/igjiiBGU-7k

The idea is interesting, but it gets buried under very ugly graphics and UI. Sure, it's "just" a visual novel, but that doesn't mean that any kind of paint-made art can do. It also needs more choices. It's too simple as it is.

This game has defined addiction at its finest. After playing this short novel, I was genuinely surprised how well the dev understood true addiction. I've decided to take extreme measures which I always procrastinated to take. Triple effort, that's what its gonna take. Don't know if I'm gonna succeed or not, but I sure as fu will give that triple effort.

honestly this game looks ugly. some of the art looks like some effort has actually been put into it, and all of the halfway decent drawings are in the store preview. yes, really. however, most of it looks horribly sloppy and rushed together within 5 minutes, declared "good enough," and put in the finished game. the writing is contrived as all hell, and it's just not very interesting. the author clearly thinks very highly of themselves and their writing ability, but they shouldn't. i found myself skipping through some of the attempted poetry, and the countless cases of purple prose. Over the course of the whole game, i only had a handful of choices to make. like literally about 5 choices that i can remember. i get that the author is trying to tell a story, but i'd recommend a creative writing class instead of this. also, as another reviewer pointed out, the weird anti-abortion views that happen randomly towards the end? what was with that? save your money.