š•­š–‘š–”š–”š–‰š–‡š–”š–—š–“š–Š stands tall, amidst the Lords, in its frightening excellence. It looks down on us, puny mortals, because it knows that it is š©šžš«š¦ššš§šžš§š­.

Centuries from now, gamers from the future will be rediscovering š•­š–‘š–”š–”š–‰š–‡š–”š–—š–“š–Š for the 12th or so time. And they will rejoice, and bask in its gothic, obscure incandescence, once again.

Millennia from now, future empires will come into contact with the existence of š•­š–‘š–”š–”š–‰š–‡š–”š–—š–“š–Š. Entire civilizations will collapse below the weight of the knowledge that it came from the people of planet Earth.

Eventually, future technology will enable us to see the everlasting impact this game made on the time-space continuum, existence itself warping around the point where it was unleashed onto the universe.

š•­š–‘š–”š–”š–‰š–‡š–”š–—š–“š–Š cannot ever return, because it never went away. And thus we cannot go back.

But Iā€™m glad that humanity has sealed its fate, to never achieve time-travel, because this means I got to play š•­š–‘š–”š–”š–‰š–‡š–”š–—š–“š–Š.

It made me buy a ps4.

Reviewed on Jan 09, 2024


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