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El experimento paralelo es un thriller de rompecabezas cooperativo alucinante que llega a dispositivos móviles a finales de este año

Autor : Zoe Actualizar : Feb 20,2025

Experimento paralelo: un thriller de crimen cooperativo que viene a Steam and Mobile

El muy esperado thriller de crimen cooperativo de Once Puzzles, el Experimento Paralelo, se lanzará en Steam este marzo. También se planea una demostración móvil para iOS y Android para más adelante en el año, con un lanzamiento móvil completo a seguir.

Este juego innovador, que recuerda a títulos como Sigue hablando y nadie explota , desafía a los jugadores a resolver el misterio de un asesino despiadado. Asumiendo los roles de los detectives aliados y viejos, los jugadores navegarán por ubicaciones separadas, confiando en la comunicación y la colaboración para descifrar el caso.

Con más de 80 rompecabezas únicos, un cuaderno en el juego para el seguimiento de pistas, el diálogo cooperativo y una elegante estética de cómics de noir, el experimento paralelo ofrece una experiencia convincente y atractiva. Los desarrolladores incluso han incluido características lúdicas como golpear en ventanas o hurgar a su pareja para agregar una capa de diversión interactiva.

yt ¿Qué hay en la caja?

El juego multiplataforma es una característica clave, que agrega una dimensión única al juego. Si bien la cooperativa de escritorio se facilita fácilmente por plataformas como Discord, la versión móvil presenta nuevas oportunidades para la comunicación creativa y la distracción entre los jugadores, ya sea que estén en la misma habitación o kilómetros de distancia.

Si bien el género de rompecabezas cooperativo no es nuevo, el experimento paralelo se beneficia de las extensas pruebas y el refinamiento de juegos similares, prometiendo una experiencia pulida y agradable tanto en dispositivos móviles como en escritorio.

Para obtener más información sobre los próximos juegos multijugador, consulte nuestra función regular "Antes del juego", que recientemente revisó el multijugador Dungeon Crawler Gold & Glory .

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