This VN bombarded me with information and it left me very, very confused. Some people hate when a story is confusing. I do not. I adore chaos. I adore the surreal. Because when you don't know what's going on, all you can do is follow your heart. And then the results of your actions teach you a little about who you are and what's important to you. A long time ago, I played Fallout New Vegas for the first time. I was a dumb kid. I decided that, for whatever reason, Mr. House was the rational decision. But then, he revealed that the next step in his plans was the destruction of the Brotherhood of Steel. You see, I had met Veronica a very long time ago. I adored her. She was my one true friend in the Mojave. When I was given that quest, something in my mind snapped. I killed Mr. House and decided I would end this game on my own terms, not anyone elses. I kicked the Legion off the Hoover Dam and then I ordered General Oliver to a watery grave. I chose an Independent Vegas. But then I saw the ending slides and I felt... guilt. I regretted my choice. I looked inward and decided I was arrogant and greedy. I thought I knew what was best when I was just some kid. I've wished I chose the NCR ending for years. I don't wish that now. I look back on that original New Vegas playthrough and understand that the thing that cracked in my mind wasn't arrogance, but the last straw. I couldn't be obedient anymore. I couldn't stop myself from being me just because I didn't know what was going on. I followed my heart. That's all Jupiter wants too. To follow her heart, to be herself, to live however she wants. Rules and expectations be damned. I wanna live that way too. I want to let my greed and arrogance run wild. Heaven will be mine.

My friends and I have literally never beaten the first level of this game. We have so many hours in it. It's so fucking horseshit. And while other players seem to hate that, I fucking love it. In most games, I avoid leaving things to chance. For the King seems to be built around not only leaving nearly everything to chance, but also to pressure you into taking ridiculous risks. It's a bit like Hotline Miami where the game actively encourages you to get yourself killed because that's just the only way you could possibly win. Playing it safe just means death takes longer to happen. So what this results in is constant prayers to RNGesus which either result in loud cheering or smashing your keyboard in rage. All of this leaves your adrenaline pumping, your brain calculating. You need every single advantage you can possibly get. This game keeps you focused the entire time, which means a lot in a genre that so often turns into mindless grinding for XP. One day, my friends and I are gonna beat that first level. And I'm telling you, we are going to be so fucking alive in that moment. I genuinely believe I'll cry tears of joy.