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The Consequences of Sin and Hatred: Review of [120928]SINCLIENT

Foreword: So I’ve actually gotten into replaying games that I’ve finished already and found to be enjoyable. One of them was this title, called “SINCLIENT”, published by Boost5 way back in 2012.

To make things short, this was a great game. From climactic scenes to character designs with impact and a resourceful protagonist, this game had quite a bit of the elements I would prefer in a “good game”, and especially after charage like Kodomo no Asobi, I found this to be quite a good change in pace and atmosphere.

Yet I’m here to talk about things I didn’t really appreciate. While much less prevalent than the good portions, it’s something that needs to be pointed out in a good review, no?

While I do have another review for this title on this blog, I’m probably going to be much more detailed with this more recent review.

In addition to this, due to how old this title is, this review will contain INTENTIONAL AND MAJOR spoilers! Please refrain from reading this review if you don’t want the title to be spoiled!

Title: シンクライアント (SINCLIENT)
Producers: BOOST5
Release Date: September 28, 2012
VNDB Link: https://vndb.org/v10605
Getchu Link: http://www.getchu.com/soft.phtml?id=744542
Game Type: Suspense Kinetic Novel with themes of Social Philosophy and Religion


…Who am I? I wake up in an ambulance where the worker tries his best to calm me down in my confusion. Whatever happened, I don’t know who I am, nor why I am in an ambulance. Suddenly, a car crashes into the ambulance!! Out pops several men in black suits and sunglasses, and they kill everyone in the ambulance within a matter of seconds.

But how…

… How does my body react so quickly? I quickly steal a gun from one of them and eliminate them all… How was I able to do that? What the hell am I?

I look around the environment I’m in, but nothing comes to mind. I don’t know who I am, I don’t know where I live, and I realize that now that I’ve killed people, I can’t stroll out in the daylight freely.

In my wallet, I have many fake IDs, and a hotel key. Maybe I’ll learn something when I get there! In great hopes, I open the door…

… A woman lies face up, her throat cut open, with “pigrizia” (laziness in Italian) written on the wall with her blood.

(Copy-pasted from my previous review)