I had never thought of this workaround.
Or this one, for that matter.
Somewhat related to this, I can’t watch my wife fail at games. I am litterally heartbroken when she doesn’t win. I don’t even want to think what I may feel if we were to have kids.
As for me, I can’t play Papers, please, because of its subject matter, and its realistic depiction of it.
I don’t want to digress to much into political territory, but a person very dear to me was thrown out of my country. Getting that person back in proved to be a nightmare. Watching that person being thrown out of my own country was a terrible experience. It was also a crushing disappointment. I can’t forgive my country, and it is probably one of the reasons why I am not living there anymore.
Papers, please is often considered as a view on former Soviet countries or autoritarian regimes’ practices. Reading around opinion about it, it is largely viewed as a parody, or a warning, at most. This a tragic way to look at things, because, to me, it has been the vivid mirror of my own experience with a Western democracy.
Unspoken regulations layered one after the other, stacking up. Numbers to be kept, because numbers are never political, they are science. The slow, constant dehumanization of the people trying to live their lives. Until, like the proverbial boiling frog, the people working for the state themselves slowly turn inhuman, because they have a job they want to keep, and probably because if you don’t detach yourself from such terrible tasks, how can you live?
This is what I felt and experienced in Papers, Please. Pretty shortly in, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I just quit. I like to think that this is a consideration of the author of the game. You can quit the game, like you’d quit the job.
I prefer to not think about what may have happened to my in-game relatives after that decision.
Something I didn’t expect to discover first hand is that, however broken democracies may often be considered, popular vote can change all that. It changed that in my country, for a few years. The difference was absolutely staggering: the closed doors were wide open again. The same worker that used to be “as heartwarming as a door jail”, as we say here, was now all smiling, and even giving us hints on how to make it easier to get better papers.
But now, vote has changed it back again. Papers, please is, once again, becoming more of a simulation than an allegory.