Okay motherfuckers (motherfucker singular, actually. You, gamedev. hi) I'm back for more game commentary. I hope this is entertaining for you. Anyway Sacrfice ending is done and dusted so now I'm going to practice being a responsible young man.
If you pick flowers during the intro scene Austin comments on it??? That's so fucking cute dawg
...what if I just did a fuckass job at work? What then? Do I recieve consequences? I'm trying to earn goodboy points rn but tbh I'm so fucking tempted
...okay I couldn't resist temptation. I have learned there ARE indeed consequences. But I think if the manager knew I saw my best friend get mauled by a bear in front of me and was still missing he'd take a bit of pity for a few mistakes.
Barrels can't fucking stop me anymore. I'm invincible. I'm solving so many goddamn puzzles.
My good boy points have earned me Steak Privleges instead of Sad Ramen Noodles. Riley is like "I earned it!" and all I can remember is purposely fucking up half of all customer orders....
I'm a lot better at cooking when I haven't dragged myself up and down a hill every day. His extreme reaction to almost cutting his hand with the knife, though...is honestly relatable, that's also how I feel when I nearly stab myself cooking. It literally feels just like that.
the CG of Austin eating the bloody steak got me like 😳
Austin waiting impatiently at the table, arms crossed and frowning, as I come back 3 hours late with chicken hearts...feels like a bitter wife staying awake to catch the cheating husband returning home wwww
I love you hyperrealistic eyeball trees. If nobody got me I know u got me
also the dead bear sprite is literally so pretty. gurl i love your red eyeshadow.
This old man and I are so happy in this car. My good boy points and through the fucking roof. I have a sinking feeling I won't feel so Good Boy when I return to Austin and get my ending.
The description of his scar tissue pulled taut, like it's trying to seal something inside... *chefs kiss* such an evocative and perfect description. Hell fucking yea. I love good writing.
....shadowy Austin has the same angry yellow eyes as the bear. Yooo.
Me once I blocked the door of the first floor of the apartment: "Okay, and NOW I grab the fire axe, right? Right?? ...no? Oh."
THE FUCKING CAT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This high quality ass park knife cuts So Good, which I love how that was established early on, but also Goddamn The Blade On This Park Knife. Good thing we took it, a kid coulda died if they'd found this thing. That swimming dog might have thought it was a stick to play fetch with and sliced someone open when the sheath slipped off. Imagine the consequences
ooooughh. aaaauuughh. The way we didn't even get to trade last words...I thought maybe there'd be a single moment of clarity. I don't know what Austin would have said. Would he thank Riley? Would he be too pained? Something for me to gnaw on... that start screen afterwards was such a gut punch, too. I want to write fanfic of these fuckers.
Forcing myself not to speed through the last route tonight. I'll get there tomorrow.