Undertale. Fuck me, this game. It's like... it's like watching saturday morning cartoons with a cup of cocoa, only the TV randomly cuts to Lars von Trier films every now and then. And it all fits together. It's like frolicking in a beautiful garden with friends, and then tripping on a grave. And then putting flowers on the grave and continuing to frolic. It's like a hand wrapped around your heart, sometimes gently holding it, sometimes tickling it and sometimes kicking it in the nuts. And sometimes all of these things at once.
This game. This game. There's no fucking words, except a long wordless scream of every emotion known to man combined into a single sound. This game. This game.