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Pathologic Classic HD Review

The cult classic returns, and yep, it's no less inaccessible

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It's strange to think of a game in terms of being hard to get into nowadays. We've long since passed the point where tussling with an abominable interface is just considered part of the experience - the exception being Dwarf Fortress, of course - and game design has evolved to the point where even the most notorious, unwelcoming games have tutorials and controls that are instantly intuitive to anybody who has touched a controller in the last ten years. Even Counter-Strike, a game that eats the ill-prepared whole and spits out their bones, has a tutorial now: it's called “dust2 24/7 [no snipers]”. And yet Pathologic, despite the number of gushing articles about it in the press, has always stood out as one of those cult classics that's a cult classic for a reason: it's bloody impenetrable. Poorly translated, breathtakingly ugly, and like a lot of important mid-2000s PC games, sold nowhere outside the realm of Ebay; it's the kind of game where the entry barriers are, for many, just too high to bother overcoming. It deserves a remake, if only to tackle the problem of accessibility, and as it happens, it's getting one. Stranger still, it's getting two: the full-on, bells-and-whistles, recreated-from-the-ground-up remake, which is still in the works, and the Classic HD one we're looking at today, which is basically the same game with a fresh coat of paint and some fixes. Still, if that's all it needs to be playable then no worries, right?

Pathologic Classic HD

Pathologic is about... well, I'm not sure I can do it justice in a single sentence. It begins on a stage; simultaneously a tangible place in the game, a platform for everything fourth-wall, and a metaphor for the nature of the story you're about to enter. Three people are talking on the stage, like actors before the play, slipping in and out of character: the Bachelor, a famous, keen-minded doctor looking to prove an outlandish theory, the Haruspex, a messier kind of doctor accused of a crime he didn’t commit, and the Changeling, who I know next to nothing about because she only unlocks after finishing the other two campaigns and this game takes an eternity to finish. These are the playable characters, and by choosing one, you don't turn them into the protagonist so much as you take on their role. From that point onward, none of you will ever acknowledge that this meeting transpired. Soon, all three characters will separately arrive at a remote steppe town, each for their own reasons, and will become embroiled in a grim, surreal struggle for survival as a strange, lethal disease strikes down the population. Technically speaking, all three characters experience the same general events, but only in the sense that anything that happens to the town happens to them. For all intents and purposes you’re getting three distinct stories, crisscrossing and overlapping with one another in ways that sometimes aren’t even apparent until you’ve experienced them all.

And let's make one thing clear here: this isn't 'survival' in the usual video game survival sense. Yes, yes, there are a host of bars you need to keep in shape - hunger, exhaustion, immunity, health, that sort of thing - but you're in a village, surrounded by brickwork and metal and people growing more panicky by the hour. You aren't going to craft a medkit out of some rags and a bottle of whiskey, nor are you going to find perfectly good food just lying around in a roadside trash-can; everything is limited, everything has a price on it, and if you want to make it out alive, it's going to be through a combination of spending, bartering, and dirty work. The dreadful algebra of necessity - so-named in the Discworld novel Snuff, which is about as tonally far away from Pathologic as it is possible to be - means that sometimes making it to the next day is a case of deciding what people you're willing to let be struck by tragedy for the greater good. You can do terrible things to the townsfolk - break into their houses, steal what little scraps they have, stab them in the street and turn out their pockets, offer to run errands and then spend their money on yourself - which would, in any other game, probably earn you a little frowny face on your report card and a trip to Principal Bad Ending’s office. Pathologic does no such thing because it understands the concept of desperation; it understands that you're doing these things because you truly believe they're the best course of action, not because you'd already finished the game twice and thought it'd be fun to just murder everybody for your third playthrough or something.

Pathologic Classic HD

There’s a reputation meter, sure, and it'll dictate whether or not NPCs in the street decide to try to give you a good thumping, but it’s more of a resource to manage, on-par with health and hunger, than a measurement of whether you’ve been naughty or nice. The closest the game ever gets to judging you is an immersion-breaking on-screen printout at the dawn of each day telling you how many people have died, fallen to infection, and disappeared. It’s chillingly impersonal, making no effort to humanize the people you have failed, or frame the numbers as some meaningful comment on your behaviour: it's a series of statistics, nothing more. Simple, but breathtakingly effective.

Sorry, sorry. You probably just came here to read about the HD remake bits, didn't you? I can't help it, there's just something so misguided about trying to touch up a game as inherently ugly as Pathologic. Not the intentional ugliness of the factories and the houses and the great hulking Termitary; those, at least, are rightfully built to impose and alienate. Everything is just so unnaturally regular: copy-pasted buildings plonked down like models, streets running perfectly straight for miles, fog that doesn’t so much ‘choke’ as it does ‘conveniently obscure the far clipping plane’. You can polish the textures and models all you like - not that they did all that much; the NPCs are still terrifying wooden mannequins animated by pneumatics - but the town still feels like something that uncoiled from the mind of a level designer who had no choice but to use the clone-stamp tool. No, outside of basic conveniences like in-game widescreen - the FMVs are still in muddy 4:3, presumably because re-rendering them was too much of a hassle - the graphical touch-ups are barely worth mentioning. Far more momentous is the addition of the new English translation and voice-acting, both of which are... well, tolerable. The inherent strangeness of the townsfolk makes the new translation somewhat difficult to judge. Are these people’s lines supposed to be awkwardly-worded and dense as granite slabs? They are, after all, eccentric and isolated and probably on the brink of a fever. Whatever. It’s readable, and from what I gather, that’s a step up all on its own.

Pathologic Classic HD

So that’s one of Pathologic’s more egregious obstacles out of the way, which is more than welcome when it’s already tough as an old leather boxing glove. Not Dark-Souls-tough or I-Wanna-Be-The-Boshy-tough, where challenges are set up like so many brick walls to repeatedly assault with the stronger bits of your skull; Pathologic is the kind of game to tie you down and methodically lay the bricks on your chest one by one, until the crushing weight becomes too much to bear. Right from the starting gun, you need to look after your own basic survival needs in a town that has never heard of pizza delivery - easier said than done when the air is about as breathable as a bedsheet soaked in gasoline - and with each passing day, things spiral further and further out of hand. Disease strikes, prices skyrocket, districts are sealed off, people begin to panic, thugs jump you in broad daylight, and there’s never an easy way out of any of it. It gives Pathologic a wonderful sense of suffocating hopelessness that's impossible to find anywhere else; a sense of “maybe you should just turn off the game before things get any worse. You can't possibly believe you have a chance at success. How long since you last played Deus Ex, anyway? Surely it's time for another run.”

It’s rare to find a game so unrelentingly hostile, not just in the challenges it presents to you but in its apparent unwillingness to be played at all. There are a lot of bits of Pathologic that go against conventional 'good' design, and for the most part I respect them for breaking the rules in bold and interesting ways, but some bits are just a royal pain in the backside for no logical reason. The in-game timer doesn’t run down while you’re in a conversation with anybody remotely significant, which turns out to be a much larger boon than expected when everybody - with the possible exception of the gutter snipes - speaks with the kind of needless verbosity that would make Hideo Kojima put his hands up and go “alright, let's cut this back a little bit”. You have a journal of sorts that'll keep track of mission progress, but critical details - likely mentioned in passing by a character after an ideological text dump so thick you have to chew it before you swallow - are often conveniently left out, so even the tasks that are supposed to be simple can leave you trudging around in the rain for hours wondering where the blazes to go next. For the most part I was a good boy who didn't save-scum - let's face it: if you aren't willing to let your mistakes weigh you down more and more with every passing day, you're kind of missing the whole experience - but I draw the line at losing half the day because there's no “sorry, could you repeat the actual important bits of your laughably overwritten speech?” dialogue option.

Pathologic Classic HD

Basic mechanics are explained precisely once, well before you actually have a chance to interact with any of them, and the tooltips on medication are so cryptic that in most cases I just drunk them before bed and hoped for the best, which fortunately tends to work much better than it does in real life. You can barter with NPCs in the streets, which can be extremely rewarding if you happen across the right person at the right time, but understanding how the system actually works is an exercise in (sometimes very costly) trial-and-error. Every moment not spent fighting the disease or clinging desperately to mortality tends to be locked up in managing the convoluted power struggle between the influential figures of the town - all six million of the backstabbing tossers - and yet the game never thinks to provide any kind of reference when a minor character you haven't seen in three days suddenly gets namedropped like they're the talk of the town. It's infuriatingly hard to follow, and even harder to act on.

Pathologic Classic HD
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Pathologic Classic HD is ranked #730 out of 1739 total reviewed games. It is ranked #52 out of 110 games reviewed in 2015.
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730. Pathologic Classic HD
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Pathologic Classic HD
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