Recent reviews by Madomme

I friggin' hate lamassu dude; eyebrow havin' ahh bearded animal, get that shiitake outta my face dude, if I have to see another lamassu I'm gonna freak, man, I'm gonna pee myself, I swear to Grom.

This, I hope, will be my final log; perhaps if I come back at all, it wont be me, and I wont exist. There's no coming back anymore; my officers left and the last of the crew is gone. The Zee threatened to swallow us whole, to tear us apart, to let us be consumed in the darkness until nothing was left.
The skies

The skies wont even give us that courtesy. The skies get inside you without even trying, just by being near, by being outside. And once they're in, they simply wait until you've torn yourself apart. And then you're just a husk; you're you, but not you, because there's less of you. More like a hole that's shaped like you, where the world around you asks a question and the hole only gives a clue to the answer. There's a knocking at the door to my cabin now, I have to let it in.

Imagine something that you hate completely and utterly, to it's very core; something irredeemable that sickens you in a way you never knew you could feel and indeed have never felt for anything else since. Something so diametrically opposed to your very foundation that it makes you doubt that the ideals of goodness and righteousness not only have ever existed, but possibly can never exist.
If there was 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that filled your complex and if the word "hate" was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of miles, it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate you feel for this thing at this micro-instant.

Slime Rancher is the exact opposite of that.
It is literally the anti-Hitler.

Ahhh, Team Fortess Duex; the famous game where you run around shooting at people and they shoot back. But the question is, who will survive?

This game is wrong; it's unsettling, it's unnerving, and despite the fact I've never really been afraid of the dark, this game makes me feel ill at ease. I first played it in the wee hours of the morning and found myself looking around my room in the pitch black, because I could swear I heard someone knocking.

Knock-Knock is the sorta game that makes you want to cover your eyes while you play, which is pretty good advice, if you believe what the game tells you.