Posted: December 12
I finished this game about ten minutes ago. My thoughts are as follows:
If I sailed in a paper boat without a bottom, then I am further your spinnaker dangling on a toothpick, destined to flap about and try not to lose hold. These twin vapor trails, these white lines which we have together etched into the lonely cliff-face may be our final signatures, our epitaphs as at least I soar into this nothingness. Anywhere away from Donnelly, anywhere away from Jakobson, and from Damascus, and from even more I may one day part. If this paper boat is my galleon, then let fate be our drunken captain and tragedy be our map.
Intimate, poignant, and psychologically intense, Dear Esther is a gem of polished, shining facets. You'll laugh, you'll gasp and cry. You'll become claustrophobic and develop an unmatched love for candles. You'll take risks, and then you'll cleverly un-take them as needed. The ending left my jaw dropped and my hands floundering for tissues. Wonderful way to spend a rainy night.
Tip: I entered this game unfamiliar with the controls. Learn to swim early, and learn what not to swim in. Explore everything twice and never halt your thinking.