Fiction for Utilitarians: Blasphemous

"Let me grieve, let me suffer
For one wound on me is one less on you

Let me bleed, let me feel
For a cut on me is a caress for you

Let me cry, let me moan
As all of my tears are only for me."

I find it jarring how many reviews of Blasphemous deny that it has any meaning or message. The general impression seems to be that the purpose of the game is to be violent and gruesome, and all the stuff about religion is a way of tying the violence together. To the contrary, I see Blasphemous as discussing worship of objects, worship of suffering, and the ways in which those two things tie together.

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