Silly Silly

The Coffin of Andy and Leyley is not just an 'indie horror' but the creator's kink for incest in disguise. Incest is frowned upon for its biological disadvantages and its moral opposition. In all due respect, anybody who considers it rightful may require a psychologist. Many users attempt to justify the work through its 'good' art style and writing. The art style is generic, and the dialogue is far from significant. Much of it consists of innuendo that makes any sane individual's face crinkle in disgust. Some have argued that there are optional routes to be taken, though the incest is still a large component. Rather than elicting the eerie themes that most horrors execute, this 'horror' in particular achieves discomfort rather than fright. It is not necessarily pertubating but rather vulgar and vile. It is enough to make people feel sick in the stomach, but not in the manner that it should. Rather than spending the rest of my fine afternoon writing about this, I shall be kicking back, feeling glad knowing I am a one-star review drifting amongst a sea of neurotic statements. Foremost, feeling glad that I did not waste my own fortune on this diabolical work.