I’ll just call you Indiana Jones Quake.

This expansion ranges from really solid levels, to some very awful ones, and of course everything in between. I would say that the first episode is were you’ll find all those levels that aren’t really bad but they are pretty forgettable. The second episode is where you find the really memorable stuff, both the actually good levels and the bad ones. If you’re into that kind of design that feels like a maze but ends up being pretty lineal, this will be your jam.

I have to also say that the new weapon system is kinda dumb in my opinion. What made Quake’s arsenal so unique is that their weapons were not really ordered from less to more powerful. They all have specific functionalities depending on the enemy. That was crucial to Quake’s specific sense of balance during combat, and adding these new ammunition gives you what? 4 machine guns? It’s not exactly a deal breaker, i had fun using these new ammo types, but overall i feel like Scourge of Armagon handled that a bit better.

What i actually enjoyed was some of the new enemies. The wrath was a great addition, and also having new mini-bosses was great, even if they are pretty easy to beat.


Fav Maps: R2M1 (Tempus Fugit) / R2M5 (Wizard’s Keep) / R2M6 (Blood Sacrifice)

Worst Maps: R2M2 (Elemental Fury 1) / R2M4 (Curse Of Osiris)

Without divulging too much about my own mental health, I can at least safely say that Milk inside a bag... is eerily relatable and arresting for me. Metatext aside, I think it adequately achieves what it sets out to do for a very specific subset of people who in turn have processed their own traumas in a very specific way. I don't feel comfortable rating it because it's so personal and so affecting for me. I understand the sense some might get that this glorifies mental illness in some regard, and I even agree in part, but I think some of that is going to be inevitable when trying to transmit a piece of yourself for wider consumption. These things necessarily need to be gussied up due to the limits of language and the lived human experience. My red is not the same as your red. Maybe I wouldn't be as fond of it if I couldn't relate, it's impossible to say.

I was going to trauma dump but that's not fair to myself or to anyone else. The fact of the matter is I don't have to explain why this resonated with me. I am grateful this is (mostly) not my life anymore, but it certainly was my lived experience.

A day of my life in a day of my life in a day...