One of those jumpscare-centric video games where you’re stuck in a confined space with 5–7 murderous weirdos who are Gonna Getcha unless you successfully perform some complex and arbitrary set of protocols that means they’re Not Allowed, except the confined space is a mansion and the weirdos are a bunch of slightly less genteel Addams Family knockoffs who really want to have you for dinner, stymied only by their unbreakable commitment to being Good Hosts.
They’re constantly trying to manipulate you into committing some microscopic breach of etiquette that will allow them to declare you a Bad Guest – and even so insignificant a rudeness as, for example, responding to a greeting a fraction of a second too late qualifies, as far as they’re concerned – but as long as you stick to the script they can’t touch you. The rules are all based on actual upper class guest/host etiquette, and are only sometimes grotesquely exaggerated.
The only thing the difficulty setting should do is add progressively more silverware to the dining table, all of which must be used correctly on their respective meals.
Folks have variously remarked “this is just being autistic” or “this is just living with your parents”, both of which I expected, but the one who said “this is just living in Connecticut” has admittedly got me curious.
