In my favorite moment, late in Scorn, you transition from the industrial underbelly of this forgotten civilization to its alien and terrifying, yet also still somehow mournful, regal capital. The entire game up until now you’ve seen the gruesome brown machinery of this ancient people churning and grinding to do something, ripping familiarly human-like beings apart, sometimes while they’re still alive, for some unknowable purpose.
Here in the Polis, you
