My subconscious must have known that last month was the 25th anniversary of the release of Oddworld: Abe’s Oddysee because I suddenly and inexplicably became obsessed. I watched Let’s Plays and speedruns of the game. When I finished, I went immediately to the game’s sequel, Abe’s Exodduswatching even more longplays and speedruns and scouring the Playstation and Xbox game stores for a port.
Oddworld: Soulstorm will ruin your life in the best way
I couldn’t find one. (Lorne Lanning, if you’re reading this, can we please get Exoddus back out here?) So I settled for the next best thing: Oddworld: Soulstorm, which was released just last year. I had previously played New N’ Tastya remaster of Abe’s Oddysee, and more than playing Soulstorm — which is a reimagining of Exoddus — I only wanted to play a straight remake. I played Exoddus as a child when my unscrupulous older brother left a copy lying around for me — who was probably too young for such games — to find and play. I have, to this day, never forgotten the feeling in the pit of my stomach when I saw those Mudokons with their eyes stitched shut. It was dark and gruesome but also funny, and I loved it. I didn’t want a shiny, new reinterpretation — I wanted what I knew. Going into SoulstormI was prepared to pan it for just that reason, but man, this game set my brain on fire.
Lorne Lanning, if you’re reading this, can we please get Exoddus back out here?