
Mutation Review
Authors Note: I was absolutely delighted to be informed that the developer was kind enough to take the time to read my article. Additionally, he was kind enough to clarify some areas where I needed to correct some facts, and gave some further understanding. The article below has been updated to reflect this. Of note, while published under the Ossified name, this was the passion project of one person (who has been accurately credited below) over the course of a year. During that time he made no profit off Mutation, entirely self funding.I would like to take the time to thank the

Astrometica Review
How many days has it been?Days have bled into weeks, and weeks into months. Months since the space station went up in flames, and by some fleeting miracle, you managed to survive by the skin of your teeth. You still couldn’t help but feel guilty- not everyone was so lucky; no one made it out with you in the emergency pod. It was a blessing and a curse. The only solace being you didn’t have to divvy up supplies, allowing the faintest flicker of hope at being able to last just a little longer: just long enough for a rescue.A flame

Voidtrain Review
The night air is harsh: battering winds cuts you through to the bone as an unforgiving snowfall blusters. Your eyes sting, eyelashes heavy with frozen ice. “It’s not much farther now…” Just as quickly as a plume rises from your breath, the wind whips it away.You push on, trudging through the snow, to a cabin blanketed in darkness. Your numb fingers brace against the wooden entrance, yet the gentle approach yields nothing. Mustering what little strength you have left, you shoulder the stiff door- and after a moment of resistance you topple inside, a plume of dust marking your arrival.It’s dark.

Frostpunk 2 Review
Hundreds of weary feet crunch under sheets of ice. A trail of billowing condensation rises through the arctic air, wafting above the line of chilled bodies trudging forward through the snow. Hunger and cold nips at heels of the Frostbreakers, slowing the pace; the warmth of the Furnace was long since gone. The sooner they breakthrough the ice, the sooner they can go home, back to the warmth and safety of that oil-fueled glow. It also meant the sooner they could have more food to fill gaunt stomachs- with the land clear, they could begin preparing the soil for crops. The

The Last Farmer Review
“Another beautiful day…”You groan, pulling yourself from your small cot, stretching your arms above your head. Another beautifully non-descript day, in the beautifully non-descript, dry desert. Balling your big meaty mits into fists, you rub your eyes. A yawn slips from your lips as you lean against the warehouse doorframe. It’s been open all night, leaving you exposed not only to the elements, but a whole onslaught of beautifully non-descript zombies. You thank the powers that be that despite being barely more than flesh-eating husks, they have unbelievably impeccable manners.A woman with unkempt brown hair rambles past, a shockingly deep, guttural