So.... I'm writing this right after finishing the game. Only barely started season 2, don't know what's going to happen in there yet, but I know it won't be anything fun.
I think of myself as quite emotional. I easily get emotionally attached to fictional characters, be it in books, films or video games. When I was younger, I often got big emotional outbursts over stories. I cried at the end of Final Fantasy IX when I thought that ***DEDACTED:::SPOILERS***, and there were plenty of books that did the same to me. It went the other way too, I would cheer for characters, I would giggle like a demented maniac when something bad happened to a bad guy, I often had to stand up and pace around the room for ten minutes to calm myself down again. However, over the years, all of that kind of faded away. Sure, there's still a couple of books that I really enjoy and that get me involved, but I haven't gotten really emotional about any story in years. Same goes thricefold for video game stories. I've come to realize that games really don't do the straightforward storytelling very well. Sure, there are a handful of exceptions that are decent or even good, but I don't think I have encountered anything that would get 19-year-old me even close to as worked up as 12-year-old me could have been. There are plenty of games that do a great job at building an interesting world, building amazing atmosphere, way better than I think any other media is capable of, but an actual storyline focused around a set of characters rarely gets done well. But, as always in this world, there are exceptions. And Telltale's adventure games are as massive of an exception as it can get.
When I came to the end of the Walking Dead season 1, I didn't cry. But I think there were some tears trying to force their way out. I did play the two Tales from the Borderlands episodes before I played this game, so I knew already that they were great at telling a story and building up interesting and impactful characters. What I didn't know was how heartbreaking they could be. I won't spoil anything, but... damn. I'm 19 years old, I know nothing about life, or family, or responsibility. I'm an autistic basement dweller (or, well, first floor dweller if we want to be completely correct) and I don't see myself ever raising a kid. I guess Clementine is as close to being a dad as I'll ever get. And boy, how everso bad I felt whenever I accidentaly did something that could hurt the poor little girl. And that warm tingly feeling when she was cuddling me or, well, my player character, but you know what I mean) on that RV ride. I'll never deal with this level of responsibility in real life, I wouldn't be able to. But now I think I have some vague understanding what my parents must have gone through dealing with me for 18 years. Okay, it does help that Clem is an overwhelmingly nice kid. Some of the brats I have to deal with at my work place, jeez...
Yeah, this is just a giant wall of randomly splurted out thoughts coming from an underdeveloped mind. Basically the internet in a nutshell, eh? All this rambling aside, I haven't had this touching and influencial of an experience with any other game I ever played. I recommend this game wholeheartedly, to anyone ever. I'll probably take a day or two of a break before tackling season 2. Or maybe I'll continue playing it in two hours. I don't know. The Walking Dead, or any other of Telltale's adventure games, are some of the most well written pieces of media I have ever come across. And it also ripped my heart out and ate it. Bloody zombies.