So good it makes me want to hook a fight stick up so that my left thumb doesn't explode like a second act car chase finale. The capacity for violence inherent in what is, on the surface, a jigsaw-based arcade puzzler is an incredible feat, an act of life-destroying malice that makes sense when you realize it comes from the people who would go on to make Disgaea.

Thrill as you bite your lip in genuine rage when your ostensible best friend uses the brush powerup to continuously invalidate your hard work. Laugh as you push a button and get the CPU to tag team them with the help powerup, knowing they cannot possibly come back. Weep as you try All Play on Type C and are physically incapable of distinguishing which borderline identical snippets of pure white waterfall foam are fake pieces while praying to a god you don't believe in that the bonus piece bestows a precious additional thirty seconds. Later, dial your therapist upon realizing the bonus piece was a fake.