Candied, crushed sago't gulaman
You know that familiar feeling you get when you’re a sentient noodle strand swimming in a galactic ramen bowl, blissfully piercing frogs and acorns, and delivering them all to a hungry space Ouroboros who will devour them whole? No? Well, to be fair, only 90s kids will remember this.
Noodle Feeling is about critters chilling in the dark vacuum of space, until they are fed to an implacable, omnipresent sentinel. On one hand, it is a cautionary tale of glut and entropy. Every noodle string you feed the Ouroboros will propel you towards the next cosmic ramen bowl, harvesting its denizens to feed your master. Your arrival heralds that tiny planet’s apocalypse. You do this again and again, without stopping. Without once changing your objectives.
You are become Death, destroyer of worlds.
On the other hand, you can’t deny that your conquest is the most adorable Armageddon. Noodle Feeling is a fun romp for the senses. The art is flat and clean, reminiscent of Katamari Damacy‘s perfect blend of cuteness and clinical insanity.
Each bump on your swirling journey activates audio cues. Lance through a frog-person, and its impalement sounds like a wet rubber elf. Your idle soundbyte is like a theremin making raspberry noises. The music ranges from minimalist chiptUnes to a jazz piano cavalcade. Everything just works together–disparate ingredients interlocking together in an eclectic but pleasing soup. Huh. Kind of like–WAITAMINUTE
Spaghett-it here, or by clicking any of these pictures.