7 of my relatives died in the holocaust so abruptly and extensively that their names are blank in the family tree because everyone who knew their names was also killed.
So, back when the Charlesgate and Fensgate dorms were a thing at Emerson College, there was one specific bridge viewable from the dorms that was between where Interstate 90 dumped you and getting into Boston University, and BU students smashing their U-Haul trucks into it.
I've actually believed for some time that the greatest thing is how bright rental trucks are and it should almost be a law they're incredibly bright, because "HELLO, THE DRIVER OF THIS TRUCK NEVER DRIVES TRUCKS"
BONK! Stay on the left side, families driving your BU students in!
Played 25 minutes of NARITA BOY which was enough to remind me why, even though you think they're designed for people like me, I don't play games like NARITA BOY
From the garbage-truck level of dumping of backstory on your head, followed by slippery platforming, requirement to find zelda-level enemies without zelda-level avoidance, and a sense that THIS is a platform or door NO WAIT JUST DECORATION wait THIS is a platform endlessly.
It's 2021. You can't just pixel-art your way out of this. Make a patreon and send me screensavers. nice big complicated ones.