The sheer, unrelenting loathing I harbor for Pogostuck burns with the intensity of a thousand suns collapsing into a singularity of incandescent fury, for every agonizing bounce, every soul-crushing slip, and every maddening fall to the very depths of my painstaking progress carves jagged fissures into the fabric of my sanity, as though the game itself were a sentient tormentor, reveling in my despair, mocking my trembling hands and fragile resolve with each infuriating rebound, until my once-hopeful spirit is reduced to a quivering mass of frustration, cursing the day I ever dared to launch this vile, merciless abomination that exists solely to test the limits of human patience and unravel the very fibers of my composure. terrible game. would cry again.

Responsive mechanics, difficult gameplay, ability to save yourself from falls, super rage, can laugh emote at friends and players when they fall, reminds me of jump king, 10/10

Pogostuck is love Pogostuck is life