The closest I’ve seen a game come to literature. The remarkable thing is how much Game it still manages to pile on top of its literary aspirations. I’ve never played a survival game where the struggle to survive was so pervasive throughout the entirety of the playthrough—and where how much you’re struggling at any given moment is so intrinsically tied to the narrative itself—yet it’s all so marvelously balanced that I never once felt like I had “failed” (unless we’re counting moral failures, but let’s leave that for another time). Instead, P2’s magic trick is to leave you consistently teetering on the edge. Always teetering…

It feels like a miracle that all of its ambitious pieces come together to create such a cohesive whole. Essential…luminous…the world needs more games like this