If there?s anything that I learned from accidentally stumbling across Child?s Play on cable as an adolescent, it is that dolls are freaking evil. They are murderous, demon-spawn levels of terrifying, all melded into what should be an innocent plaything. So when I originally demoed Weeping Doll back in September, the premise of a demented, miniaturized human facsimile checked out in spades. Little did I know that the game would come back to haunt me again, only this time in review form. What a difference a month can make.
Setting the Scene
As soon as you don the PlayStation VR, Weeping Doll transplants the player into a stereotypical Japanese home, if it were originally decorated in the 1950s. Between the guest room and the rather sprawling family room, it appears that the residents have either been living there for an extended stretch of time or they are big fans of antique furniture. Originally I wondered if the game took place several decades ago, but then I realized that I had a cell phone in my inventory. Well, so much for that theory. Though it never really comes into play during the game, it is hard to mistake the fact that you are actually playing the part of a female. This person, who seems to be an employee of the family, has been away for an undetermined amount of time and is trying to track down where everyone is located. Obvious vacancy be damned. It is high time to do what any uninvited visitor with a front door key would do: rummage through the homeownersR...