billionaires may have forgotten that nature is brutal and unforgiving, but as long as you keep this game close to your heart, you never will. this game will not only let you put your hand on an open flame, it will hold it there if you try to take it back. new traumas lie in wait around every corner; ecco's cry of pain is the brown note in the music of the spheres. watch a longplay of it and claim it as your own experience, I can guarantee no one will care enough to speak against you. there is no reason to put yourself through this game, but if you can pick up what it's laying down, you'll discover a haunting beauty that few games have matched before or since. ecco deserves massive respect for being so unapologetically weird, it's just too bad it's chained to the design sensibilities of 1992 (props for infinite lives though at least).

do not listen to anyone who says the sega-cd soundtrack is better than the genesis one