While looking for new games I found one.

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Oh, tales, of course.  I never had to go looking for who killed me, or even seek revenge or justice.  While I am not absolutely sure that I am still living, on earth, as I knew things...  Actually, I know I am not.  I might be insane, that is one potential.  If I am, the health care providers have proved too wrong to know.  For my part I think not.  If I am simply on earth, in flesh, then I have changed.  What was, isn't.  I can see, touch, taste, and the rest, but not.  And what I can see and hear and such, isn't always, or could be, will be, might be.  Either that or I am still in purgatory, never having left it.  I have to guess that no matter how close to flesh such a place might feel, you would have some inkling that things just aren't quite right.  At least some would.  I would be among those.

Whatever the case ends up turning out to be, for I truly cannot divine the truth of this notion for all my worth.  No longer do I worry about it, either.  I decided, some time back, to take this life, existence, I have, at face value, head toward heaven, and not let anything stop me.  Not even me.  Actually, for all the evil that is out there, the truth is, only I can grant me hell.  Heaven is quite open, if I choose it.  The path may be narrow, it may be difficult, but the other way is worse when you... understand some things.  One word will help you understand.  Addiction.  Misery, in larger and larger doses, looking for the fool's gold heaven known as hell.  A shortcut, but there are no shortcuts.  Only dead ends and the path.

Watching this, though, reminds me of my first death and my last hard should have been.  No, not the river.  I never felt... in danger... in that water.  I did grow tired, I was concerned, I took some lumps, but I knew it was not my time.  Death did come close, but, just smiled, chuckled, and waved, as did I.  Old friends, really.  I wonder if Death thought that we should stop meeting this way?  Maybe, but Death knows we will meet many more times before the last.  No, a time I, by all rights, had to have died.  I actually, for a few moments, thought I was dead, and wondered... is this really what it is like?  Even having seen beyond, I wasn't in a state to remember that earlier event.  This game...  Brings back memories, in a way.  More, it invokes my own memories, thoughts new and old, and... wonder. 

This one has similar flavors, but is more my style, and more to my taste I should guess.

Not my sort of game, mind you, probably...  No, but the notions they are exploring these days.  I'm not sure they should but I can't see how they don't.  I wonder that about myself.  Odd little place we have here.  Or does it have us?

This is more like my kind of games.

This looks cruel.  But if you... consider the setting, situation, and understand some things... you understand that sometimes it is far kinder to kill an enemy outright than to leave them to suffer to death, or worse.  And while I don't like the notion, there are worse ways to die than dying of thirst.  Much worse.  But... when resources are scarce, choices of method must be made.


It's... why I don't like... playing with others.  Save a chosen few.