Another Run, Another Crying Fit

[Pondering_Bears]

I wish I could leave a second review, but since I can't, I'm pulling out my little soapbox.

A bit over a year ago, I put 30 hrs into the 30 min demo and then promptly added another 30 hrs to my first run. It became the second game I've ever 100%-ed and the soundtrack was so constant in my life it started appearing in my dreams.

It was the most visually beautiful thing I had ever played and it touched something deep in my heart. But, life went on, my ancient laptop finally kicked the bucket and suddenly I could play just about anything on my fancy new one. I expanded genre's, impulse bought an entire new Steam Library, stopped resenting BG3 for taking over all of my friend's collective brains, and then ran out of time for games altogether.

Then this October rolled around and I felt the itch to play something snappy. I was almost scared to pick up this game again, after all, so rarely are things as good as you remember them being. But, like everything else about this game, Laika is far from ordinary.

This run was much shorter, only 15 hrs thanks in large part to my earlier meanderings having engraved most of the maps into my brain. Yet, that couldn't dim a single emotion I felt. The brillant joy of that perfect combo, the satification of breaking a chain of failures, the shear pleasure 'Playing In the Sun' blasting as I zipped across Where Our Bikes Growl.

This game will always be a home for me.

I almost didn't finish the game this time, I didn't want it to end, but what would any game be without it's ending?

I wish I could send everyone who worked on this game a thank you note, I wish I could shake your hands, or buy you coffee. This thing you made means so much to me and I wish I could find just the right words for it.

Perhaps I'll give wordsmithing another go next year?

A Coyote's Thanks

-Pondering

[Skree]

Hey, i find really a shame that nobody hugged you or said something nice about this topic of yours. It's the posts that makes me happy to read. No hate, no bad things, just the love for something beautiful.