Final Fantasy XII's rejazzed rerelease caused me to doubt myself, my hobby, and my life. That's right! While you were ogling a rabbit in a thong, I was having a midlife crisis!

It's a playful tug-of-war between the Sonic you remember -- you DEFINITELY did remember this bit for sure! -- and new levels, new music, new enemies that fit Sonic like one of his weird bloody gloves.

I've found myself frozen in doorways in The Norwood Suite because I wasn't willing to leave a room for fear the sound would change.

It's like a tupperware box crammed full of wasps... but in a good way?

...nails the gawping horror of the blank canvas, the need to create beauty because you've got bills to pay, the misery of doing something you think is great that gets no attention.

Lionhead developers released from under Peter Molyneux's skirts have scattered out and proved that yes, sure enough, they are deeply talented people.

You play as robots, but you aren't actually a robot. Wait, did you actually think you were a robot? You think YOU'RE a robot? I'm so sorry.

You're going to go into the next thinking 'At least I'm more prepared for this one', only to have the rug pulled out from under you over and over again, as if you were toddler being bullied in an Ikea

Even with a functional script Pathologic makes as much sense as a fart in a fridge.

Exploring themes lightly that are quite controversial themes, but with robots.