The Backbloggery

  this year, instead of confronting my backlog, I'm confronting my inability to take recommendations from my friends without breaking out in hives. speaking of hives, banjo-kazooie is alright.

turns out this format can't really sustain itself when dealing with my ADHD or the sudden lack of time when I start doing a second podcast with my fiancee. whoops!

even the clearest glass distorts the view.

spoilers for a game that I think you probably shouldn't play. cw: brief mentions of suicide, cannibalism,  rape, incest

it turns out I had played this game before. 

where do I start with this game? probably at the beginning.

what does a decade mean? to you, to me, to a piece of media?

I guess I'm glad, in an oblique sense, that this game exists. I'm not glad I decided to play it.

  while plumbing the grungy depths of assorted hell dimensions, I was left wishing the game itself had some more depth instead.

  this is it? man. whatever. this was so not worth the hype. check our episode on it. no further notes.