I wish I could explain how I feel about Orphan Age.
At this time, people are suffering in wars, fleeing their very homes to survive. If they are lucky, they end up stuck in a boat or in a camp where they live in tents. While these tragedies happen, children are born and raised. What will their hopes and aspirations be? Between revenge, fear, and loss, can we guess what their world will be?
Orphan Age brings these questions to our western cities. It brings these questions to me. My kids are at the age of drawing. They draw animals and things... like snails, grass, sea, clouds, birds (lots of birds actually), bees and fish... Things that I can’t guarantee will still be around when they will be grown-ups. Mostly, they draw their home, the world as they see it. But I know there is a chance that their home will become an awful mess very soon. A mess with no birds, no bees, no Mom and Dad. The roof and walls replaced at best with a paper-thin tent cloth. This terrifying thought strikes me now and then when they bring me one of their colorful, innocent drawings.
At the same time, I can see how children are able to adapt. It’s fascinating. This is a very simple and profound joy in my everyday life. I watch them capture the world. I can almost feel it getting into their head, becoming thoughts, mental pictures. They take some time to acknowledge a situation and then, voilà: the whole thing is accepted and it’s now making sense! It’s like real mind-blowing magic every time.
Yep, children can be tough, maybe tougher than adults when it comes to adapting to a new situation, and at the same time, they are obviously very, very fragile. It’s a delicate, perilous edge. Orphan Age is a brave enough game to try a walk on this edge.