The perfect mix of entertaining and addictive—Buckshot Roulette is as straightforward as it is compelling. Transforming Russian roulette into a video game was a sharp move, and the way BR wears its style and personality on its sleeves is nothing short of commendable. With infinite replayability, simple mechanics and gambling-like gameplay, this game has everything I need to have fun; I will be sure to return to it regularly for a quick dopamine hit, as I crack open a cold one.

While the first game was an unsightly bag of nothingness that attempted to replace genuine depth and empathy with a facade of understanding and compassion, it did possess a hard-to-point-out element that made it stand out from the crowd of similar-looking indie quasi-horror games.

But alas, the same cannot be said for Milk outside a bag of milk outside a bag of milk, as it not only perpetuates the flaws of its predecessor but also adds an additional layer of distastefulness. The game pretends to be thoughtful while actively romanticising mental illnesses and portraying its protagonist as a caged pet with whom you must sympathize and humour, despite lacking any genuine reason to do so. Surely, the production values may be greater in some ways, yet the speck of personality that was present in the series is now long gone; what was left behind is a subpar, edgy visual novel that has nothing to offer, evokes no emotions and leaves no impact.

This milk is making me sick.

What if an insipid class-based shooter with zero enjoyable, fun-to-pilot characters became an even worse pile of rubbish that embodies everything wrong with the industry? Well... welcome to Overwatch, baby!

Just stick to the fucking porn at this point.

Though, on the surface, it looks like an ideal horror game, once you start peeling off its layers bit by bit, you realise there is not a whole lot to Outlast.

Surely, the setting is sufficient enough not to warrant boredom, and the camera gimmick is simple but effective. However, despite that, the gameplay loop is, more often than not, tedious and very bare bones. The second an enemy appears, you run around chaotically until the AI forgets you were ever there. If they spot you again, you do that again and eventually complete the task at hand/find the exit. It works at the beginning of the game, but once the novelty wears off, progressing the narrative forward is more of an indifference-engendering chore than an exciting, blood-pumping experience. It is a shame because the story is not all that impressive, so combining a not-too-fun gameplay with a plot that does not leave any sort of impact brings forth a digestible yet ultimately lukewarm and weak game.

Despite some of its neat ideas, it feels like Outlast shot for the stars and missed big time. As a result, I do not harbour any greater feelings towards it, for better or worse. It is painfully unimpressive.

Gimmicks inside a bag of shallowness inside a bag of apathy.

Though I always set my expectations very low so as to not get disappointed, Milk inside a bag of milk inside a bag of milk is an excruciating display of missed opportunity, barely touching the surface of important subjects and shoving pseudo-creepy imagery down the player's throat for a cheap sense of uneasiness. Conceptually, the game lives and dies by catharsis, yet the only emotion it evokes is indifference. You wish you could feel for the protagonist and the mental issues they represent, but it is nigh impossible on account of the feeble writing and shallower-than-paddle nature of the narrative surrounding it.

I appreciate what the game tries to say and depict, but it does everything without any nuance or depth and the overall message gets lost underneath the uninspired, shoddy gimmicks.

The milk is spoilt, it seems.