Alan Wake sits at his typewriter and writes like Garth Marenghi [𝘯𝘰𝘯-𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺] and I love him and this all the more for it. A metatextual narrative that continuously folds in on itself over, and over, again. A monumental Lynchian pastiche, that although not perfect. Stands out as something that no other AAA publisher would attempt to create. For me this is an ode to creativity, writing, and a celebration of Remedy itself.