Like A Dark Labyrinth

I think I can officially say that Inanimate Alice was one of the easiest stories I could navigate AND the first I completed from start to finish, although I was considering giving up at one point. It was complete in itself. It had all elements: it moved like a movie, it was told like a story and it was navigated like a game. I really enjoyed reading it in the sense that not only was it titled as “Episode 4” but it represented the ideas of identity and peer pressure, in a subtle yet thrilling way. It started off with the famous black screen, providing directions on how to move through the story. I was presented with tense but exciting music in the background and a picture of building that looked something like an apartment building, small and intimate. As each page “flipped,” there was the sound of a camera clicking. Using the index finger point, as Alice of course, I headed up. The movements provided a perspective of how Alice must feel, walking up the iron stairs surprised that iron would collapse beneath the feet. Once the stairs fell, I was given the choice to click the finger pointing in four different directions, like a compass. When I clicked right, Alice said her friends got out of the way. When I clicked up, Alice managed to haul herself on the stairs. When I clicked down, the bottom 1/2 of the stairs sheared off. When I clicked left, Alice’s friends ran off leaving her dangling but in the end, came back. As the story kept progressing, icons kept being added as if becoming “chapters” in the story.

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Then the background of Alice’s life was depicted. She and her family left for Moscow, which they showed through the outline of a Russian doll. And finally, they ended up in a town in the middle of England. Throughout the story, each singular line was presented with a lot of static in the background, which became very disturbing and irritating forcing me to mute the story at times. Later, there was a map of where she lived with multiple aspects of her life to “visit” including her friends, school, house, the city and her project. Alice finally met kids of her own age, “not just animated characters [she’s] created [her]self.” She could feel 14 years old, act like herselfnand was surrounded by diversity in her neighborhood. She could “go to school, like a normal kid.” Unfortunately, I couldn’t read everything around the yield sign but I let it go. In her house, I was given a walkthrough of her place with images to allow me to visualize how skinny the stairs were, or how the bathroom could only be reached by passing through her bedroom. Alice confessed it was “kind of horrible,” but she liked it and that she “won’t be leaving anytime soon.” Her project was displayed on a tablet-like device, explaining to her friends about iStories and the creativity that goes along with it. She toured the city and I felt like I was travelling through England. Forget about her feeling the history, I could feel the cultural context behind the buildings she was seeing. This was accompanied with sweet flute music playing in the background. I really got the vibe of getting accustomed to the English views, as Alice was learning about where she lived. Just like her, I could see the “weeds grow in the cracks of the pavement.” Later on, the device was the main image and from what it seemed like to me, there was music playing in the background like sitar or tanpura, both of which are Indian Classical instruments.

But then just as I was getting used to the England atmosphere, I was taken back to her having to figure out how to get to the top of the building. “And now I’m going to die,” and the words shrank and faded out. I chose to play the game and I led myself into an abandoned, wrecked, scary, terrifying building that seemed ghostly at every turn. The music was filled with fear, horror and mystery with phrases such as “Why do I feel like someone is watching me?” I kept getting more and more nervous, that someone would jump in the screen. I turned in different directions but I kept getting lost, travelling in circles with rats and water trickling down. At last after feeling frustrated and worried that I was never going to get out, I asked Brad to help me out. And after following his direction at every step of the way, I (or Alice) finally reached to the top of the building and my friends cheered me on from the lot. Alice was happy, but I didn’t know how to feel. I experience all that fear for a view on the building? Just for that? Just to become part of the crowd, to carry on tradition? At the end of it all, yes I was relieved that I got out of that dark labyrinth but just for a view? Not so sure…

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