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Yaughton looks like a place where wealth was inherited rather than earned. More recently, I passed through Dufton, neary Appleby-in-Westmorland, and although its houses don't have the thatched roofs, and the countryside is less idyllic and a little bleaker, the village is constructed around a public green the likes of which don't really exist in my home, just to the north of Manchester in what was once Lancashire.Įven our villages have a more industrial appearance. The last time I visited, three years ago, I was on a camping trip and didn't even see a village as big as Yaughton for more than a few minutes in passing.

The devil is in the details and Yaughton is a devilish place. Sheets billowing in the breeze on washing lines, bus stop graffiti that uses the word 'knobhead', the road markings. It's vaguely unsettling to realise that the very first shot of the game, with a pylon in the distance, feels more English than a Sunday roast. Lots of British critics have responded to Rapture by saying something along the lines of, “OMG, I've been there! I have bloody well been there!” They might be talking about the village itself (fictional but recognisable) or the pub or even a payphone. Note: there are references to characters, game mechanics and events through to the mid-point of the game, but no direct story spoilers. In an extension of observations I shared with Supporters last night, here are some personal reflections on the game and how it provoked memories of childhood holidays and class-based anxieties. Friday night turned into Saturday morning and I was still playing, however, and I only managed to finish very late last night. I was hoping to finish Everybody's Gone to the Rapture on Friday so that I could share my thoughts with the bold members of the RPS Supporter Program.

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