This is not an easy game.

You will be walking quietly through the brush, as you hear the sudden crack of artillery around you. The men you were just walking with fly across the field, their screams, their begs for their mothers as they bleed out in front of you. You hide there, in a bush, wishing the shrapnel, dirt, and blood flying around you would stop. 5 minutes go by. The artillery stops. Suddenly you're met with what feels like hundreds of screams as NVA flood your area, shooting your comrades trying to push up. They don't see you. All your lanes of escape are being suppressed by machine guns and snipers, and your lane of retreat is blocked by mines and tripwires. You sit in the bush, firing off round after round into the backs of those NVA, hoping they don't find you, until you hear the final "click" as you realize you're out of ammo.

They don't stop coming.

In a last-ditch effort, you throw your grenade, draw out your pistol, and charge into the NVA lines.

You are immediately riddled with what feels like hundreds of bullet holes.

The PTSD never wears off.

10/10

This is not an easy game. You will be walking quietly through the brush, as you hear the sudden crack of artillery around you. The men you were just walking with fly across the field, their screams, their begs for their mothers as they bleed out in front of you. You hide there, in a bush, wishing the shrapnel, dirt, and blood flying around you would stop. 5 minutes go by. The artillery stops. Suddenly you're met with what feels like hundreds of screams as NVA flood your area, shooting your comrades trying to push up. They don't see you. All your lanes of escape are being suppressed by machine guns and snipers, and your lane of retreat is blocked by mines and tripwires. You sit in the bush, firing off round after round into the backs of those NVA, hoping they don't find you, until you hear the final "click" as you realize you're out of ammo. They don't stop coming. In a last-ditch effort, you throw your grenade, draw out your pistol, and charge into the NVA lines. You are immediately riddled with what feels like hundreds of bullet holes. The PTSD never wears off. 10/10