I Was A Teenage Exocolonist is a narrative triumph. It’s engrossing, tragic, gorgeous, horny, unexpected, and poignantly reflective of our own reality despite the fact it takes place amidst an infantile colony on the other side of the universe. Northway Games and Finji have crafted a tale of personal consequence, one where the biggest decisions our character can possibly make are insignificant to the wider picture of global colonisation and picking up the pieces of a human race that has long grown responsible for its own premature demise.
You might choose to become a rebel determined to poke holes in the sociopolitical structures that underpin your very existence, or instead be an apathetic citizen only interested in your own wellbeing. Establishing a career, finding love, and maintaining a circle of friends while knowingly oblivious to your own privilege amidst a homestead constantly on the brink of destruction. All these approaches are valid, and there’s a beauty in deciding to follow your heart and do the right thing, even if it dooms others to oblivion or plants a dark seed in your being that will soon blossom into resentment. There are so many moments of unparalleled joy and bitter heartbreak, making the journey feel ever so real despite its lofty premise.
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Even as I rolled credits for the first time and sat back in a state of unsure melancholy, I knew that my character could have become anyone or gone anywhere. So, I started the experience all over again, confident the mistakes I had made could be undone, or I could choose to build upon them in ways that are all but impossible to predict. Life is fleeting, so we best enjoy it.
As a child
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