
This is why I have the most powerful administrative tool of all: a gun. Or a band of rebels might ambush my post, and my colleagues finally come in handy as the border crossing becomes a battlefield. The game likes to throw me curveballs when I’m most at ease - a guy might speed past the border post and into Acaristan, and I have to sprint to my official work truck and chase them down. I call them in, one by one, and check the driver’s papers to make sure they meet regulations. I wake up in my teeny tiny camper to find a line of cars waiting to enter the border. It’s the kind of game where it’s easy to fall into a fugue state. Meanwhile, my coworkers are enjoying a nice smoke break.
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I have to open up a car’s trunk and hood, search for cigarettes in the front grille, and discover ceramic chickens stuffed full of drugs. My corrupt predecessor was thrown out of his job, and my new co-workers kind of suck.

It’s the 1980s, and I’m starting my new job as the border agent in a Soviet-style totalitarian state. It’s a lot like indie darling Papers, Please, except I occasionally have to leave my post to lay down the law and shoot some criminals.Ĭontraband Police is a little janky but deeply compelling, and the game is a surprise hit on Steam.

I am given a few simple tools, like a folder full of regulations, a flashlight, a clipboard, and perhaps most handy of all, a gun. I am a stalwart border agent in Contraband Police, and I serve as the last line of defense between the great nation of Acaristan and nefarious smugglers and weapon dealers.
