Review south of the north

About 20 minutes to play south of the north I had to stop and take a moment. Not because I was offended by the portraits of the American South – this is something that you learn to prepare in growing up in Mississippi – but quite the opposite. The southern Gothic adventure of the action made me feel disarmed and sentimental, of all things, a shed. Not the part in which I lowered with the supernatural manifestation of the most internal fears of a man, Rougarou and forced him to count with pain, but shed.

In my defense, south of the fall and sympathetic hero at midnight, Hazel Flood, is simply good. Perhaps less is about a shed, and more about its free sadness for the existence of this shakyness, mourning it long before the approaching hurricane even has a chance to wash him. But her fleeting prayer, a straightforward “I hope it still remains after tonight”, hit me with all the strength of this storm.

A flat in a deep south – in those places where he is wet enough to drown a man, and they have as many churches as people – they are very similar. There is not enough time to stop and mourn anything, not a shed or neighbor. This is a constant resignation from the buckle, bearing and reconstruction as the best you can.

To my relief south of the north, he also gets it. This is not a few hours of kitschy antebellum aesthetics, disinfected stories for good night or exploiting violence. This is a supernatural story with magical powers and creatures, but this does not stop it from a grave, empathic look at this often economical earth between Eastern Texas and the Atlantic coast by a team that must really worry.

How’s your mother?

Hazel’s violent meetings with incensed spirits are not challenging, but they are fun – I particularly liked the sequences in which its only option was to escape (so that the past would not catch up with it). However, the action is not the main attraction. These are the details and other remains of poverty and regret that really influenced me, and with more than one time I stopped rushing through Bayous or swaying over muddy obstacles to check a fantastically familiar vision of the South.

The initial Hazel routine may seem a bit mundane to the unknown, but each piece of his opening vignette is imposed with impossible attention to detail and care. These are many compact things, such as photos from the state fair, social worker documentation and familiar with the side of warnings about challenging weather. Then there are more subtle elements, like a compact change in her mother’s tone and the way Hazel is so captured to her neighbors.

I suspect that some of these people, such as the nearby Mrs. Pearl, are the type that gives you the last five dollars in their name, and can open an unannounced door. The latter is not a degree of knowledge that I would support, but the rest has the charm that leaves me longing. To the south of the north, it is full of those unexpected idiosynkras that I love – like listening to the inexplicable and excessive operate of the word “ready” or hearing a way in which we can take a number of words and turn them into one.

The whole journey is a tapestry born and brought up in a deep south, but there is a lot of injury to familiarize yourself with some of these manners. Not all of them are not carved out by some innate southern kindness, but in places where you can better learn to save (and each other), because no one else is coming.

And after a hurricane of games goes, separating Hazel from his mother, south of the northern hammers, which fondness at home. If Hazel wants to find her, she will have to do it without people who should be the first in the queue to offer support. I think that this would not be a message for her, Hazel is probably known from birth, but part of this southern hospitality is only for show.

And “N” infection and Holler

In the first few chapters, in which he introduces supernatural abilities of Hazel as a weaver south of the north, the fight takes the pace of the sluggish southern draw. Fighting does not have a lot of depth, and Hazel Wianders between smaller enemies on some immense arenas of the game.

There is definitely a learning curve to find out what parts of the world are also secure or threat, and its operation is not always very well explained. Fortunately, sometimes the awkward passage is not very long, and after a few deaths on single fingers in the water, the game ends.

I have never been too frustrated or seriously punished, and apart from some of these picky moments I had a great time with Hazel’s magical weapons. Her set is an ethereal arsenal of beloved trinkets, like a beloved childhood doll and a literal bottle to capture emotional pain. Together with her enchanted hooks, these trinkets are an critical part of the whole weaver’s responsibility. By possessing one in each hand, Hazel can tear the enemy’s haints-augra alcohols advised by rotting trauma in the world.

To the south of the north he knows that he should oil despair as a mark and warns that he is developing where people are crying the most challenging tears. These formal meetings with tortured spirits in suspiciously open arenas remind me of Alice: Madness Returns. It becomes a bit repetitive, even with newborn improvements, Hazel makes some of her weapons along the way, but I never mind.

This is mainly thanks to the game that always sews something thematically better in the background. There is a immense perspective of a fight, which is often much better than any single song. If you stay long enough to learn to fight, south of the north passes even better treatment lessons.

A bottle for your thoughts

It is not enough to destroy the rotting sources of the root stigma, but you can not really fix how they were. Many Hazel’s travel is to struggle with it. This is repaired by listening. Recognition, share pain, then sew everything that is left together. As a weaver, he is one of the few in the world he can. This is not a fair question, but the deep noon has never caught up with honesty.

It is a process leading to many meetings with broken people, sometimes uncomplicated to hate and challenging to love. Waiting, both from me and the most restless souls, is that the world will laugh or look away, but south of the north never does it. It does not distil the places still haunted by the confederation, reconstruction and Jim Crow into tasty nothing, nor does it reduce this residual pain in low-cost sentimentalization.

The northern wounds of the deep south looks different depending on the chapter. Some are fragile whispers of common generational wisdom, while others are allegations of mercy after unimaginable sin. When I see Hazel wearing it all – he still loves so violently and fights so difficult – a bitter, red chip on my shoulder becomes a little lighter and I am grateful for thoughtful reminders of immunity.

There is a moment in the later chapters of the game, which I will not spoil, but one line still sits with me, even a few days after the end of Hazel’s trip. In a hurry to protect more sensitive, Hazel declares: “These creatures are not monsters, they are just waiting for someone who cares.”

It’s really grounding. It gave me a feeling that I can only describe as what must be the equivalent of a video game of a really substantial hug. I don’t know if I have ever experienced something so honestly dedicated to people and places I call home, but I will not be damn, if this is not my novel belt of what it should look like.