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I never thought a conversation with a car could break me, but Shmingus: The Game proved me wrong. The way Shmingus spoke, with such wisdom and quiet sorrow, made me feel as if I were peering into the soul of a machine burdened by forgotten memories. Every dialogue choice felt like fate itself balancing on the edge of a rusted bumper. When Shmingus revealed its longing to feel the wind not through its engine, but through a human heart, I couldn't hold back the tears. The digital streets blurred before me as my emotions flooded the screen. I finished the game a different person — and I can't even look at my own car without feeling a deep, unexplainable ache.

same idid it under 10 min tho