o fato de que eu tive que procurar no google como desinstalar essa desgraça desse professor helper (e arrumar urgente um antivírus) do mesmo jeito que eu tive que pesquisar desesperado como desinstalar o hao123 e essas coisas porque tava ENCHENDO de anúncio porn* no meu navegador aos 8 anos me vendeu MUITO isso aqui.

e essa parte final toda melancólica também é muito foda???? replicaram perfeitamente essa vibe de tentar voltar pra lugares da internet que sentimos falta e gostaríamos de voltar quando bate a nostalgia.

acho que eram tempos melhores mesmo...

This is one of those games that are more of an "experience" than a "game". Though unlike its contemporaries in the "experiences" genre, this game doesn't feel the need to be pretentious with its artistry. It just is. It is a love letter, expose, and a walk down memory lane of a time lost to us; the Wild West of the internet. It presents you with a nonsensical peripheral, nonsensical OS, nonsensical applications, web-pages, and a non-sensical moderator job. Just... if a stone was un-turned, a blade of grass un-stepped, or fly un-killed in our current timeline, there is an uncanniness to how probable, how sensible, that any of what Hypnospace Outlaw presents could've been real. It's like staring at your reflection in a funhouse mirror. It's a satire of you, but it holds the entire reality of what you are (or were in the case of this game) within that reflection.

tldr; God I miss GeoCities.