Review of Moving Houses [PlayStation 5]

Okay, let’s dive right into this… um, chaotic exploration of what it’s like to virtually move house. So, there’s this game called Moving Houses (fitting name, huh?), and it’s basically a stage where you get to play as a packing maestro or… struggle bus conductor, depending on your skills. Gordon Little and the fine folks at eastasiasoft came up with this rollercoaster. But don’t expect some zen garden experience — it’s more like juggling wet noodles.

Anyway, the gist? You’re packing your whole life into boxes. Easy, right? Ha, if only. Imagine trying to finesse a tiny, wobbly tower of Tupperware into a box as if you’re defusing bombs. Yeah, it’s that precise. And here I am thinking, why can’t these boxes be vacuum cleaners and just suck up everything in sight? Ugh, the dream.

While you’re busy at the task, sometimes your little pixel-self trips over a rogue table lamp. Weird how it’s this universe where utensils can morph into small devils, flying from drawers to the floor. Oh, and the distance to the moving truck? You’d think it was on another continent. So much legwork, my calves are sore just thinking about it.

Then, just when packing starts to feel like a chore, bam, plot twist! Secrets lurk between those cardboard boxes. Like, maybe there’s a reason you decided uprooting was a smart move after all. Strange, right? Tension brewing under all that. But here’s what really grabbed me — the game’s nifty use of vibrations. It’s like your controller’s way of saying, “Hey, stay with me here; we’re going places!”

And speaking about awards, you’re showered with trophies, sprinkle, sprinkle, like confetti at a parade celebrating… moving? Anyway, the last big hurrah’s snagging the platinum trophy, if that tickles your fancy. Takes a bit more than two hours—or five if you’re easily distracted like me.

So, the verdict? Despite wanting to fling the controller sometimes (no judgment, controllers have survived worse), the game’s got charm. Plus, your wallet won’t be crying since it’s cross-buy — two versions for the price of one. Snazzy deal. Okay, I’ve rambled enough about my box-packing escapades. Go give it a whirl if you like a concoction of puzzle-solving, secrets, and… yeah, a sprinkle of stress. Enjoy. Or not. Your call!