SPAIN & such like falsehoods, forgeries, & fantasies; or: IGNACIA DE LOYOLA

Holy cow. (or should I say holy sparrow?) It's certainly been a long while since I read anything like this, and I've certainly never seen something like it on here.
Overall, it achieves, I think, what it set out to do. The metaphor works. I might add a page denoting the in-game chapter break, just to let people have some idea where they are on the path.
The beginning is also a doozy. It's not that you can't see the forest for the trees at the beginning, it's that you can't see the trees for the leaves, and thus have no manner of knowing that a forest even exists. Trim or split pages at the beginning: multiple circular meandering paths that return to their point of origin still serve to dip us into the pond slowly, rather than tossing us in the lake with no hope of floating.
Overall, this storygame, on the surface, seems to be a dud; it looks nonsensical, and seems to be one non sequitur after another, with no real sense able to be made. But after you clear the game, come back the next day and play through it again. Do so again the next day and the paths may start making sense to you and you'll realize what a complex storygame this really is. Thanks for occupying my weekend with this storygame, and I wish you the best of luck in your future authorial endeavors.

So, you've gotta be 1) as bonged as I am on a normal day to complete this or 2) get drunk, go to the pub, declare your genius status, go to the castle, palm-strike the fuck out of the text, and then find the hidden meaning.

You'll see it when it says "OFC LET'S GET SOME MORE ALCOHOL EVEN THOUGH IT GOT US HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE".

*ahem*

Now for the real review.

If the author WAS going for the on-acid aspect, 10/10 would read again, because this just describes everything inside a druggie's head.

If the author WAS going for something meaningful that would provide the reader any benefit, he's failed. Miserably. Nothing more than an amalgam of rants, highly-contrasted vocabulary, and irrational, illogical decisions that loop back, the story takes the reader on a befuddling trip that seems to never cease with the variety of choices provide in a continual loop, with exploitations of loops and tricky hyperlinks to misdirect the reader.

For the commonplace reader who desires only to have a meaningful plot in a cohesive mode with the luxury of variations, this is nothing more than a maze that tests the endurance one so dedicated so as to make a simple comment. No thematical, emotional, psychological, logical, or even spiritual merit is derived from this.

There only lies the fact that there are choices at the bottom of the screen. If it be an analogy to the nature of the world we live in, truly, I would laud my praises upon this cesspool, but really, there is nothing to hint at this.

In fact, there are no hints to this puzzle other than the fact that one must never loop back to death.

The scripting is praiseworthy, for while it lacks the quality and actual utility many other storygames boast on about, the quantity does serve to misdirect the readers. Whether this was the author's intention or not does not matter; what does matter was that it was praiseworthy only because it would chase away all but the most masochistic of readers...or those familiar with the structure of navigating through a storygame on this site(that's about a couple of months worth of experience). There is no promotion of variation, other than the fact that even daring to go beyond the known method leads to aimless wandering.

This is a gross exaggeration of the difficulties life possesses as one learns more and more about the intricate complexities of human culture. This is because, again, there is an absence of learning from this piece of trash. There is no defined pattern, nothing that can bring to mind any non-surreal imagery.

Hence, I must reiterate that this storygame works as a piece of trash.

It picks at a respectable name (changing St. Ignatius / Ignacio de Loyola into a feminine Ignacia) into some feminine working of the mind, and continues to pick on conventional, reasonable, respectable foundations of our world by CAPSLOCKING modern-age jargon like genderqueer and such, all under the name of "being high / insane" when in fact, the writer was simply making poor attempts to veil convoluted insults within the rants.

What pains me more is that the whole story seems to hint at making a mockery of Loyola's legacy : the Ignatian Prayer, a self-reflective, rigorous type of prayer that challenges a Christian's mind by delving into his / her own life experiences to synthesize a functional hypothesis / truth, and thus would mature and grow from an analysis of either the Old or New Testament.

The Ignatian Prayer, actually, is a Christianized process of thinking that all humans undertake : the production of wisdom. For is it not true that all humans look back on their past failures and analyze them, to at LEAST question their actions and think of a better behavior (of course, acting upon these regrets is a different story entirely)? If it is thus so, then would not this so-called "story", in effect, extend its mockery to one of the most important factors of the human race's survival : learning?

It is because of this that I have given this story a 1 out of 8, the lowest possible score. For while it may have "seemed" creative to the standard person, it is only an insult poorly hidden behind ranting.

As quoted from Harper Lee : "...delete the adjectives and I'd have the facts..."

The fact is here, that this trash is deletion worthy, in spite of all the effort put into, because 1) it serves only to mock, not yield learning 2) it provides terrible entertainment 3) it's pretty much the opposite of what type of quality we demand, as stated in the front page of the site.

Congratulations, you are such a horrific writer that I honestly wish Franco’s son had kept the Fascist boot upon your people so that you would have never been able to make this. And a link to banana man disguised as a ratings link? Bragging about your “Bashelor’s Degree?” Fuck man, the most horrific part of this entire story when you claimed it was “the greatest piece in literary fiction since…” at which point my eyes turned off.

Please kindly slit your wrists in a bathtub filled with Clorox.

What the fuck.

What did I just read?

I don't think I like Spain.

I don't really have the words for this. It was just so... annoying. This is honestly the first game I have simply stopped reading in pure annoyance and clicked endlessly at different links just so I could leave a rating and comment.

Honestly, just simply couldn't go on reading, added to the fact that the ending links have been hidden behind seemingly circular endless walls of annoying text made it worse...

It is pretty good, well written and detailed. At some points it's a little too long and detailed and I didn't feel like reading through every single option like I usually do. But then again this is written in the form of a deranged ramble that appears insane and non-nonsensical but in all reality makes sense if someone thinks about it, so maybe it's not a totally bad thing.
I'd like to see you crack open the shell of imagination and pour the liquid of creativity into your cup because you have plenty of both. You have a lot of potential. I like this very much.

Dear me, that was a mess.

I really enjoyed it. Well done!