Hi all! Today I would like to share my nonsense experience with the beautiful Sunless Sea game. I want to draw your attention to the fact that this is not a review, namely a story about personal experience. I do not like to write reviews too much – they need to give evaluations in them, give developers advice and generally be a confident person. I prefer to just tell stories and hope that they will seem interesting to someone.

“Sunless Sea is a spin -off to the Fallen London browser role from the same developers-its action takes place in the same universe and at the same time and at the same time. The Universe of both games combines the scenery of the Victorian era and the themes of mysticism and fantasy in the spirit of myths Kthulhu. The player assumes the role of the captain of the steamboat, which swims on the underground sea, visiting various islands and encountering many dangers. The player can “win”, having achieved a certain goal – for example, wealth or the title of the most famous sailor – opening new places on the map of the world, transporting goods from one port to another and performing various text quests. The death of the character Sunless Sea is irreversible – after the death of the captain or his ship, the player is obliged to start the game again, although the next captain can inherit, at the choice of the player, part of the property or team of the predecessor."

Part One, shameful

The lanky Jimmy stood on the pier, leaning his shoulder against one of the many piles of bales and boxes scattered around in a deceptive mess. The fact that in the opinion of the uninitiated looked like a real chaos was actually a complex organized structure. Between the rubble, sailors and port workers scurried every now and then, homeless boys scourced everywhere in search of easy earnings or the opportunity to tighten something, from all sides an inconspicuous rumble of conversations, clang, clatter and squeaks of bats. Sometimes it seemed to the old boatswain that the port was a living organism, and the rhythmic blows of the waves are nothing more than the beating of his huge heart. But this morning, Jimmy was not destined to indulge in philosophical thoughts. A strange man in a bright suit left the port administration building and went a decisive step to the boatswain. That is, it must have been implied as a “decisive step”, but in reality it looked quite suspicious. As if a kind of mysterious power put on this body, like a glove, not quite understanding how it should move. Gestures were sharp, nervous and awkward. “It must have only left the paralysis,” a lanky grunted to himself. – “What the hell brought him here? The same place in the infirmary ". – Hey you, girl! – the stranger began the conversation. – Where are there things … uh … such things … for the sea. Swim! I want to swim at sea. I am an intriguer! – What? – The boatswain almost swallowed his pipe in surprise. For a long life, rich in diverse events, his life has never been called a girl. – Maybe you are a doctor? – No, do not first. I am a marzipan. Charlatan. -He suddenly quickly and turned up and twisted his hands. – I need at sea. I am your new chaplain. – The priest or something? Take you somewhere, the holy father? – Do not take me. I myself take it myself. Uh … remembered. Captain! I’m your new captain. The strange type broke into a joyful smile and spread his hands wide, as if about to hug the old man. But missed and hugged a barrel of smoked herring standing next to him. – Girl. Lead me into the ship! We will swim at sea.

For the first time, starting the game, I decided to act according to my favorite principle – “the main thing is to get into a fight, and then we will see!". Although, it would seem, the fate of its author should alarm. Despising all possible guides, explanations and advice of experienced players, I rushed into battle. Not a single detailed review, nor a second of viewing the gameplay video disturbed the uncomplicated Emptiness The purity of my consciousness. Even language settings remained in the initial state, since I optimistically decided to at the same time tighten up the best knowledge of English. Everything that I knew about the game fit into one paragraph of the text from Wikipedia.

Plus a whole pile of amazing screenshots.

The character editor (if I may call the task of initial character settings and backstory) already hinted that the decision to leave English was not the best in my life. Most of the points had to poke at random, and, crossing the fingers, hoping that it was possible to create a decent person, and not some kind of killer maniac with a tendency to plush underwear.

“Nothing,” I reassured myself. -“The main thing is to go to sea, and there we’ll figure it out somehow. It cannot be more difficult than civilization. Ha ha ha."Well, what can I say – it was more difficult and the truth was not. It was weird.

I had to break into the ship almost with a fight. People were rushing from all sides who needed something from me: to give up to the neighboring island, to explore new territories, to kiss three kilograms of the goose (hey! I warned that I poorly understand in English). Suspicious personalities protruded from the dark alleys and, winking, squinted at the bags with smuggling. Employees of the Admiralty and the Royal Geographical Society shook scrolls in front of the nose, decorated with elaborate wax seals. Sailors, engineers, senior assistants – everyone, literally everyone strove to pour their sad story into my ears and convince what exactly I should take on a trip.

In horror, poking on numerous buttons, I https://nonukcasinosites.co.uk/review/charles-casino/ made transactions, canceled the transactions, got involved in dubious stories and redistributed it incomprehensible from the scenes of the characteristics.
As a result of all this turmoil at sea, we went out, as a negligent student who overslept into the exam – fun, swiftly and completely unprepared. I will not even mention the purchase of exotic goods that could be profitable to push in foreign markets. We did not take even fuel and food in reserve. Now, having some experience, I understand that it was tantamount to suicide … But that first time everything was not so easy.

The underground sea met us with silence and impenetrable darkness, dull lighting of the island embankments and trembling reflections of the lantern on the stern only strengthened this impression. It is amazing, as in a rather made, which does not claim to the laurels of AAA, it was possible to convey such a rich atmosphere. Our team, full of hope for the future, boldly moved forward, into the unknown.

Discover the first island in this dark silence – how to find a colorfully packed gift under a Christmas tree in childhood. Here you have joy, and excitement, and anticipation of something magical. What awaits us on the shore, what riddles he has prepared. But … wait a minute … but how to get to this shore? My little boat, like a crazy, poked his nose into the pier, swam to it with different sides, dodged so that way – everything is useless. During this performance, alarming messages about the upcoming starvation suddenly began to appear in the on -board journal. It turns out that for the knocking of the team the last crackers, and the captain did not blow in the mustache, entangled in an unfamiliar interface. A well -fed city life boils to the ground with a hand in just a few meters, and my sailors die from exhaustion, forgetting how to lower the ladder. Having received Achivka for cannibalism, I realized that it could not continue to continue. With the words "die, so with music" we set off again. Not knowing what else to come up with, I decided to go around the island around the perimeter-suddenly there is something more suitable.

If my story has moved you and you worry whether the team has overtaken a starvation, I hasten to reassure you. The starvation did not overtake, overtook a giant crab lurking on the other side of the island. I feel complex feelings for crabs. In some of their manifestations, these creatures are similar to insects, and I am afraid of insects to horror. Therefore, I carefully, very carefully looked at how, gurgling, my boat fell to the bottom and closed the game. As it seemed to me then, forever.

Part is the second, tiring

The lanky Jimmy stood on the pier, leaning his shoulder against one of the many piles of bales and boxes scattered around in a deceptive mess. The old “Felicia” was only a couple of hours, as she reached the port and was urgently towed by the shipyard – to patch up the holes, look for a source of suspicious noise in the engine, refresh the paint on peeling green sides. But you never know what else can be needed after such troubles. It is amazing how the ship generally reached London, without scattering along the way and not burying the whole team in the waters of the underground sea that did not know pity. Oh yes, they all needed rest. The old man reached out with enjoyment, cracked with bones, and was about to make another puff out of a sluggishly holly tube, when suddenly his attention was attracted by a strange figure, rapidly approaching from the port administration. An excited shaggy stranger rushed directly to the boatswain, miraculously skating obstacles and jumping through puddles. His pockets were once expensive, and now to the extreme of a littered costume, it seemed that they were about to come off under the pressure of the things stuffed there. Fishing tackles, biting apples, skeins of ropes, envelopes with wax seals, mysteriously gleaming bottles – a black -iron kitten stuck out of the chest pocket instead of a scarf, stunned with his eyes. He was clearly aware of what was happening no better than the boatswain. – How, you are still here?! – without slowing down, the stranger screamed. – Quickly everything is on board, we are terribly late. Time is money. But we have no money. – What side, sir? You were right. We moored this morning. – “Felicia” – Liegei class ship, hold capacity of 40 register tons, command 10 people? Jimmy nodded and stood with annoyance with a pipe on a barrel of smoked herring, shaking the smoldering remnants. Rumors about the new captain turned out to be true, now you can forget about rest. A man in a suit suddenly flashed wildly and, sharply putting his hand, caught tobacco crumbs almost by the very ground, after which he carefully poured them into one of his pockets. The kitten shut up indignantly. – We will sell on a ram island, there is now a shortage of Kurev. – answered a strange type to the question frozen in the eyes of a lanky dumb question. – quickly assemble the command, sail in 15 minutes. – 15 minutes, sir?! The guys only went into the "Laughter of Georgett", you can’t drive them away from the dreadnought from the dreadnought from the girls there. – So, drag along with the girls. So even better. We will sell in the pirate forest … – The new captain hesitated for a second under the condemning gaze of the boatswain. – Uh … that is, we roll. Yes. Of course. Remote. Drag everything to the ship!

Before storming the game again, I did two things: I installed the Russian version and walked the location of the “Make Make” button. Which, suddenly, ended up in the very center of the screen and plunged me into unpleasant thoughts about her own attentiveness.

The first trips were unsuccessful. A few too bold expeditions without proper preparation, several hasty decisions with far -reaching consequences, several impulsive purchases – and now the starting capital with light initial earnings leaked, like sand through fingers. The ghost of the upcoming hunger loomed again on the horizon. My captain was intensively scratched the back of the head, studied the accounting reports and, finally, decided to take advantage of the folk wisdom "you go quieter – then you will be". After spending a couple of evenings behind office books and cards, we outlined safe routes that promise a small but stable earnings.

But the sea does not like accounting. Excitement to him, a thirst for profit and a passion for an unknown. The darkest and lightest sides of human nature manifest itself away from the usual habitats. Therefore, on familiar roads you can forget about discoveries and fabulous young ladies. Very soon, I realized that we were in the enchanted circle: there was enough money only to purchase a small number of supplies, which were enough to travel to the nearest islands, where you can earn a small number of supplies that are enough – and so on to infinity ..

The annoyance was aggravated by the fact that a profitable transaction is very close – you just need to accumulate on a sphinx stone, which in the London markets will be torn off with hands.

We are grunts and squeezed expenses. Only the shortest routes at maximum speed. Only the necessary minimum purchases. The giant crabs, in whose claws we have finished life the last time, now scattered from the road, however, not far – after all, as it turned out, they can also be eaten. Everything that can be sold or exchange: newspaper ducks – for provisions, gossip of islanders – for fuel, even the Swatik bikes overheard in Shtil were retold at the university curious students. Not free, of course.

Mile for a mile, a coin behind a coin, we approached the target with the speed of a stubborn turtle broken by paralysis. While one fine day, cunning vengeful crabs did not arrange us, attacked a ship with a whole crowd. All accumulated surpluses went for repairs, and we again found ourselves at the very beginning of the way to enrichment.

It would seem that the strategy is now known: know the swim in familiar places. But I suddenly imagined: here you are sitting all day at work, you work hard, getting a livelihood, and in the evening you come home, start the game and … you work hard, mining the means of existence. From this thought it became suddenly so sad that I sobbed, turned off the game and decided to never return again.
Although now she suspected that this would not last long.

Part is the third, heroic

The lanky Jimmy stood on the pier, leaning his shoulder against one of the many piles of bales and boxes scattered around in a deceptive mess. The polyphonic port rumble was heard from afar, muffled by fog, like a quilted blanket. There was an unusual silence around the boatswain, such that one could hear the knock of his own heart. The monotonous splash of the invisible from here, but such a close sea, merged into an endless all -pervasive whisper: “You will die soon, old man,” it whispered. – You do not hide in these funny human boxes on the shore. I’m always there. Always in you. And soon you will be in me. At the bottom. In the depths. You feel cold? You feel the tina naps her legs? How tiny silver fish scurry in the hair? Do not opposed it, sleep. In the depths. Lanky coughed and jerked his shoulders. He felt cold. Suddenly his attention was attracted by a strange figure, silently sliding through the fog by the port administration. The stranger held a candle in front of him … No, street lanterns were reflected from a light suit … No, the haze slowly scattered … or he just shone on his own? A beautiful, strong -willed face with a solid chin seemed to be carved from granite. Impeccable posture issued a former military man, most likely, an officer. The movements were clear and honed. The whole appearance radiated confidence and strength, as if on this gloomy morning over the damned underground London, a long -forgotten sun rose again. Tears rolled on the old man’s cheeks. He himself did not understand where they came from, and what they mean, but with them all the pain and fear that had been lurking there for many years had come out of his soul. In the end, he, without hiding, burst into tears like a boy. At that very moment, on a dirty, soaked in a stink and puddles with a dark port nook, the old boatswain felt that he could be happy again. The stranger put his hand on his shoulder, looked into his eyes and said: – Go ahead, comrade! The road is waiting.

When I launched the game for the third time, my brave captain ..
Oh, who am I deceiving? The third also died. And the next. And the next. And the next. The seventh went crazy with horror. The eighth swam over the ends of the world and could no longer return back. The ninth in the gateway was stabbed by the smuggler, with whom we had reached a lot of dark divisions. The tenth died of loss of blood, inflicting wounds for himself for the glory of the harsh sea gods, in an attempt to get at least a few supplies for the team.

Each time I moved a little further in research. Made a little more profitable transactions. All better remembered the coastline and the location of the islands – the map, although it is generated again, the general outlines are preserved. Captains slowly climbed the career ladder and got housing. There is a little better boat, there is a little powerful gun, a quest behind a quest, a mile for a mile, after wanderings, now we were not returning to an empty lupus – a wife and children were waiting for a decent house.

And now, when with a load, the sale of which would not just strengthen my position in society, would rapidly exalue into its shining peaks! -breaking through the troubles and dangers, we already approached London … A pair of meters from the pier … in a step from fulfilling desires … Fuel ended again.

We found our destruction, as for the very first time: almost at the goal, with one foot in the port. So close that you can shout to people walking along the streets. So close that a couple of powerful rowing – and burns your nose in a port tavern. So close and at the same time cosmically far away, because they lived, and we have no chance of salvation left. I made the most reasonable thing that is possible in such a situation – I remembered all the bad words that I spoke, testing early access to Darkest Dungeon. Added a couple of new. Closed the game. Promised to never return to her again. I wonder how long ..