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Concept: an otome dating sim where the player character is a bizarre Lovecraftian monstrosity – except none of the boys notice, and they all treat you like you’re a perfectly ordinary teenage girl.

All of your dialogue options are incomprehensible hissing and gurgling, or cryptic gestures with unearthly appendages; you’re never 100% certain what – if anything – you’re communicating, though the boys seem to understand you.

Rather than “Athletics” or ‘Charm”, your stats have strange names like “Viscosity”, “Amplitude” and “Bulk”. Figuring out what they actually do is as much as part of the challenge as figuring out how to raise them.

At the end of the game, you devour whichever boy you have the strongest bond with whole; this act of consumption determines the final form you evolve into, as well as the nature of the resulting global apocalypse.

This game would have a very active walkthrough/wiki community, I’m sure.
Would there be a gay option?

Blasphemous star-spawn don’t really adhere to human gender modes, so I suppose eating a boy alive can be gay if you want it to be.

Are there any female routes, or are the starspawn somehow drawn to male identifying individuals?

Nah, the fact that they’re all boys is purely genre convention. You could take it more than one way, of course, but as I picture it, this game would be articulating a very specific critique of the genre it’s sending up.

Basically, one of the more common criticisms of the otome dating sim genre is the tendency for such games to deprotagonise their own player characters. In spite of being the game’s ostensible protagonist, you’ll often end up acting as a passive sounding-board for a rotating cast of self-absorbed assholes, with no particular agency of your own.

Here, we take that flaw to its logical-yet-absurd conclusion, with a cast of boys who are so monumentally self-absorbed that they literally don’t notice they’re dating a writhing gorebeast. Likewise, they’re unphased by your incomprehensible communication style not because they can magically understand you, but because they weren’t really listening anyway: they only hear what they expect to hear.

Of course, it all comes to a head in the ending, when it transpires that you didn’t really care about their petty drama, either; you were looking for suitable raw material to fuel your apotheosis, and your chosen boy’s story is cut short with no resolution for him, not even the consolation prize of understanding why you chose him.

Now, none of this necessarily precludes a yuri route – but if you wanted to maintain the integrity of the central gag, interacting with a girl would have to play out very differently from interacting with a boy.

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