
I have heard a ton of hype for Gone Home. Deservedly so indie games with that much amazing stimulation are most likely to do well. Yet, I don't know a fucking thing about the game. Not one iota!
So where does that leave us? With a tennis racket as the headline implies. Or somewhere else entirely. Gone Home looks like a game I would play. Maybe I should do some research so I don't meander sloth my way through this blog. I guess I chose meander sloth writing.
Do I want to go Home? I am already home. That's like saying to I have to eat. And I guess the obvious choice by obvious choicests is, yes. I damn well better eat. And I will choose to eat sandwiches if I had my way. Not all the beans that I constantly eat due to not living somewhere else. Yet, some how I love Mexican food. Therfore, there is a foregone conclusion that eating sandwiches is privy to going home. Yep!
You know I say as I type this a lot. So you just have to get use to it. So as I type this I am on the About Gone Home website. My awesome Arthur Conan Doyle sleuthing has revealed some bad-ass information. Gone Home is a story game. All right. Now we are the shrimp on the barbie. Not the other way. Now we're cooking! WTF!
That's it? Just a bunch of awesome video game publications talking about Gone Home. That doesn't help me. Luckily for my audience I am not a magician. And am mostly grounded in research and absurdities. I actually watched some small review on the game. I feel like going home would be fun. Especially, because Gone Home looks to heavily rely on one hell of a story. So I am up to Go Home. Or down. Whichever direction suits you.
The gameplay and the game looks like something that would be amazingly fun. Well maybe not amazingly fun but it is worth checking out amid the strong hype.
Now where did I put that sandwich? Wait, I am not in the kitchen. Son of a bitch! Well there's always a sandwich in my house.
-V
http://thefullbrightcompany.com/gonehome/
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