Moral of the story: Tõnis Haavel is an incompetent, vindictive, corpo hack
That this shit had to happen to Disco Elysium is equally poetic and tragic. This went to be my instant favourite game of all time.
That game is a work of art. I haven’t finished it, I stopped and moved on, yet it hold a very special place in my mind. That a game I want to go back to when I’ll have time for a quiet binge.
Same, I need too much mental space for it, it’s so engaging that I want to actually have the room to enjoy it. When I do I love it, but when I don’t I kind of don’t want to disrespect it and my enjoyment of it with a half attentive state.
I kinda want to read some of the books the writer of the game has written. They’re apparently a published author.
I know at least some of them are in the same universe even.
That’s even better! Like, up until you start seeing/hearing about the truly whacked out shit in the world of the game, I just assumed it was more or less like the real world and all the weird names were just the result of Harry’s binge drinking and drug use. Once you start getting more info, though, it starts to become extremely interesting.
Did some searching, the guy is Robert Kurvitz and he’s only written the one book, Sacred and Terrible Air. It never got an official translation, but there’s two independent translations. I would go for the one that didn’t get machine translated and intensively rewritten several times lmao
I struggle to get into it. Haven’t gotten past the shit kid outside
Yeah, the first boss fight. Give it another shot and fall for the wonderful game forever.
Salt on wound.
