OMORI OST - 044 Where We Used To Play

Composed by Pedro Silva.

[basiltheflowerboy]

buy both apple and orange juice, and stop fighting!

[sunnyyy]

I love the name of these songs.
"Finding Shapes In The Clouds."
"Where We Used To Play."
It's what kids do, right?
In retrospect, it's really sad because it shows how everything changed.
In 4 years ago, they were just kids! Playing in a small playground, having picnics, visiting each others houses...
Now, what it's left is just memories, an empty picnic bag, a lonely playground.

[forkymety]

i love how the 3 top comments are fighting about orange and apple juice while basil the flowerboy's just saying to buy both

[Soooooooooooonicable]

The songs in this game are so much sadder in retrospect.

[Cruddiearts]

Imagine being hated by both parties because you bought 20 of each

[russelalmanzor]

the homeless guys just be enjoying the free air

[gigamear]

It's hard for me to look at video game horror the same way. Making something heartfelt, then establishing the risk that this thing they've made me care about is in danger of being taking away seems like an obvious formula for genuine fear.

Too many horror games try to make things feel scary on the surface, but don't go the extra step of thinking about why.

[frustredbunny]

we must all accept that we are trash REDUCE, RECYCLE, REUSE!

[junebuggeryy]

[EARLY SPOILER?]
i don't know if anyone had this experience, but... that first chapter where youre invited to walk around the neighborhood hit me like a damn train. full on bawling, for. like an hour? something embarrassing like that
i walked into omori knowing nothing about it, just that it was tagged as horror and id heard good things. i was prepared for anxiety, i was prepared for nonstop tension. then- the absolute softness of kel showing up, and making sure my character didn't spend his last few days alone caught me SO off guard. i was sorta ambivalent about kel up until that point? he went from my least favorite to making me literally cry with every affirmation. i dont understand what this chapter did to me but it pierced me right in the goddamn soul

[klutz]

"WAIT! Maybe it's not a good time to come over at my place right now"

[prettypinklass]

I like that Faraway Town is honestly just as disarming as Headspace is until you're brought into contact with something related to Sunny's trauma. The only thing that differentiates this is that in Faraway Town, there isn't anything to stop these reminders... and there isn't a White Space to immediately teleport to when they happen

[ApexGale]

People say this song is sad but I think it's hopeful. Just because the memories of the past can't be relived, doesn't mean new memories can't be made here too. That's what this song makes me feel. As shown with the swing and picnic sequences

Also the staccato bits on the piano really lend to the idea that things can still be happy. Things don't have to stay sad.

[thetruebro]

Familiar... there’s another song in omori that kinda sounds like this

[CEOofEldia]

Listening to this while knowing that Sunny has to leave his friends and the town he grew up in kinda adds the sadness to this song

[ghostcoffee]

The amount of side content to do in this area is outstanding. I was like, I’m going back home but nope there’s just so much to do.

[Yuti]

i love how this is a more calm remix of the playground theme from headspace and how it really represents the dichotomy between Headspace and the Real World

[WowItsNemo]

I miss hanging out with my friends. We would chill at the park, play on the trampoline, just go for walks and talk, play games in the basement for hours on end, build camps in the forest, go adventuring in the construction site, going to our cabin during summer and so much more. I miss the sleepovers where we would eat ridiculous amounts of sweets, play and watch movies from the afternoon to the next morning. There were 4 of us mainly with some others coming along every now and then (one of them being my brother, we have never gotten along but still enjoyed spending time in the group). Although we were really close to each other none of us ever talked about how we felt, our lives or anything even remotely sappy. I guess we're still friends but barely interact with each other at all. I was never good at socializing or making friends so I only had them and a couple of classmates who I could a friend. One of those would become my best friend for a time. Every moment we spent together was great but it wouldn't last long. When summer vacation ended one year and we went to our new school we ended up in different classes. We still had some small interactions but they would quickly fade out with time. We haven't talked in years. After that had ended I still had the main group but now had no one to interact with in school. Going to school would be miserable and honestly I don't even know what I did around then, time felt nonexistent. The last year I had at that school was Miserable with a capital M. I could barely get out of bed, could not stay awake during the day, had no energy whatsoever, barely got out without having to repeat the school year and it was during that time I started to well... slice up my left hand. More precisely the opposite side of my left palm, whatever it is in English. It went on for maybe 3 months. I eventually just asked a classmate for help out of nowhere and from there on had some talks with the schools psychologist. They didn't end up helping much because I started to go there near the school years end so there wasn't much time, also they didn't seem like they were listening really and went about it at a snails pace. I did end up stopping the slicing around then though. The next school years would've been miserable as well but I did end up making one friend from my climbing hobby who I could spend time with. Also around this time I started slicing again for maybe under half a year and the main group was really starting to get together less and less. In about a years time only one of them (not counting my brother since they're always around) would come around only a few times for the entire year. After that they would move out, I haven't hung out with them since having only exchanged a couple of words via text. Now with the group gone I only had a single friend, I would end up spending a lot of time with them but it was clear to me we would never get any closer. We're good friends but still operate on a different enough wavelength of thought to not advance any further. Right now they're in the army so for most of the time I have no one to turn to. I spend more time than ever just cuddled away in my room. Usually around 1am-4am I come downstairs to eat something and just lay on the floor, look out the window, reminisce. I wish it wasn't so lonely, I wish we could get back together, I wish it wasn't so miserable. I don't have any urges to harm myself or anything similar as of now but I know they're not far away especially with the seasons changing. It really feels like I just want to get carried away, thoughts to do something more substantial like breaking a leg wouldn't be rare. Everytime when I'm downstairs in the middle of the night I get the urge to go out for a walk in the dark. It's almost ubiquitous around then and hard to resist but I know were I to leave I wouldn't know what I'd end up doing with myself or if I'd make it back. I'm actually doing a lot worse than I usually am around this time of year which is worrying, hopefully my lows and highs have moved a bit and it won't just be lows all the way through... I used to be the quiet kid in the group, I was the youngest, didn't talk much and mostly just followed around. I did start talking more during the later years but even then not much. I still don't talk much mostly because I don't have much to say, even if I do I just don't get a moment I feel like I could take to talk. I actually started talking with my old best friend recently. So I suppose we're friends but I can't help but feel as if I'm just being lead on, even if it clearly isn't so. We haven't talked about anything substantial just some small talk. I'd like to talk about everything to them but only doubt fills my mind and it'd still be hard to ask them out for a walk or something where to talk about it. I'm far too afraid to ask for help. For nearly all this time I've known I need to talk to a professional or at the very least someone close but I'm far too afraid. What if they just downplay it all, don't believe me, think I'm a lunatic or just don't care? I'm someone who wants to be as open as possible but at the same time can I really trust anyone with this? I was in denial of everything for a long while, I told myself others have it worse, what right do I have to complain or even budge because of all of this? It certainly didn't help me get me anywhere... Why is it so hard to ask for help? I know deep down I need it but I just can't. Why, why why...

[LittleRbn]

ngl I almost cried when I first heard this song.
I could just tell that the memories that were made here will never be the same again

[creativelybankrupt]

The title of this feels kind of sad, “Where We Used To Play”. Of course it brings back a lot of fun memories for everyone, but it shows how much everything has changed and how far gone those memories really are.

[skallehild]

in retrospect, this song feels so much more depressing... in no time at all, sunny will have to leave all of his memories, his friends, everything behind. everything he once loved (or still loves) will be gone, just abandoned