hexalunae
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"""finishing"" my """"backlog" like it hasn't been my goal for several years.
"""finishing"" my """"backlog" like it hasn't been my goal for several years.
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This review contains spoilers
+1 Kim trusts you.
+2 Kim really trusts you
The way this little flavor text to a skill check sent an entire chill down my body. My tribunal went terribly; I was unable to save Lizzie, I couldn’t dodge the bullet, I did not know about the Horrific Necktie’s crushing sentimentality. So many people died, uselessly, and I found myself (out loud, verbally; my body tensed, my hands like claws on my controller) repeating the very words Kim whispered just moments before as he took his miracle of a shot. God, please. God please believe me, Kim. Turn around, please. I do not think I could bear not only another loss, but the loss of this one specific person.
The power of that feeling is immeasurable, and for a game where I basically just walked around and talked to people for a few in-game days to harness that is a triumph that deserves genuine study. I gave such a shit about Lt. Kim Kitsuragi that I nearly cried with relief when I passed a check with a 97% success rate, because I was so earnestly fearful that I would fail. In retrospect, is that not absolutely insane and worth the praise this game recieves?
I feel like I’m really just repeating what thousands of people have said about this game, but it truly is a masterpiece. If you let yourself get immersed, if you open yourself up to it, Disco Elysium will wrap it’s hands so gently and lovingly around your throat— and you will find yourself welcoming it. Leaning into it, seeking it. You wear Harry’s human canopener skin, ravenous, seeking everything.
How can one not be compelled to come back to this game, over and over, to pluck at the loose threads and revisit the countless what-if’s Disco Elysium lays at your feet upon completion? Un jour, Je serai de retour près de toi, indeed.
+2 Kim really trusts you
The way this little flavor text to a skill check sent an entire chill down my body. My tribunal went terribly; I was unable to save Lizzie, I couldn’t dodge the bullet, I did not know about the Horrific Necktie’s crushing sentimentality. So many people died, uselessly, and I found myself (out loud, verbally; my body tensed, my hands like claws on my controller) repeating the very words Kim whispered just moments before as he took his miracle of a shot. God, please. God please believe me, Kim. Turn around, please. I do not think I could bear not only another loss, but the loss of this one specific person.
The power of that feeling is immeasurable, and for a game where I basically just walked around and talked to people for a few in-game days to harness that is a triumph that deserves genuine study. I gave such a shit about Lt. Kim Kitsuragi that I nearly cried with relief when I passed a check with a 97% success rate, because I was so earnestly fearful that I would fail. In retrospect, is that not absolutely insane and worth the praise this game recieves?
I feel like I’m really just repeating what thousands of people have said about this game, but it truly is a masterpiece. If you let yourself get immersed, if you open yourself up to it, Disco Elysium will wrap it’s hands so gently and lovingly around your throat— and you will find yourself welcoming it. Leaning into it, seeking it. You wear Harry’s human canopener skin, ravenous, seeking everything.
How can one not be compelled to come back to this game, over and over, to pluck at the loose threads and revisit the countless what-if’s Disco Elysium lays at your feet upon completion? Un jour, Je serai de retour près de toi, indeed.