Our Summer Game Fest Pick, 2022!

This year’s Summer Game Fest suffered from no shortage of jaw-dropping reveals!

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“suffered…”

The word means so much more once one has truly suffered. The casual use of it becomes obscene. Like dropping an atom bomb to kill a roach.

This place.

This place made me fall in love with a man just to make him break my heart in so many pieces that my damage became more a part of me than anything that came before it. A whole lifetime with a person leading to an inevitable betrayal everyone was aware of but me. I found strength and identity in my damage. At least being hurt meant that I existed. But then they told me none of it was real. It had never really happened. A conjuring of this place’s cruelty. Now I’ve woken up from one nightmare to another. One that I don’t understand.

They tell me I’ll like it a lot more when I accept that I’ll never know who I was, or what happened before.

I’ve never wished for heartache more. Heartache is better than the emptiness.