The Looker

It is hard to capture the essence of such a game, with it's quantum-based, pseudo-classic mechanics. The raw essence of experience, as it envelopes the "looker" is a sight to behold; the ever-present, ever-looking, ever-watching, ever-seeing, ever-depicting (yet drawing, in such erudite, contradictory terms!), ever-glazing, ever-spacing, ever-mazing intoxication of this experience has no null value in the quantum hypothesis of the diary-based diuretic of life. It's discombobulating dizziness reaches heights of such aesthetic - and by aesthetic I mean aesthetic in neo-noir, neoliberical economic marxian terms - that the enveloper itself is enveloped; contradictory? No. Profound? Yes. But let us consider, from a crypto-mystical perspective the pseudo-neo-platonical perspectives that enmesh the game in its grounding; you are a person. I am a person. We breathe air - not just any air but the oxygenated air-free ambrosiac of life - we walk, you talk, I bawk. Bawk bawk bawk. I am a chicken. Was Richard Dawkins a chicken? I don't know, but KFC believes in no God. These profound philosophical ponderings enlighten the mind of the gamer, who, mind you, is playing the game. Or, is the game playing us? Are we but chess-pawns on a chessboard of false choices, where each decision leads us into finite infinity, where the mystico-quantum confabulation consciousness lies? "Erat erat erat erat" - Plato said that, or was it a Spanish cat finding a rat? Who knows, who blows; thar the wind blows, methinks, Ishmael? Such profound ideas encapsulate the this flow of consciousness - which is the game - but unlike the deception of the lie cake, we can bake what we make, to take, as Einstein steinein put it so well. That which gives us sense of "play" in these various directions also grounds our inner being, which is up, down, up, and most importantly - up. I recommend the Looker not as a game to be experienced, but as an experience to be gamed; the comedic comicality of this precarious plight envisions upon the player an essence captured in such a game. A game, if you will, that defines what it truly means to be a player of a game. And, if you are able to grasp the true meaning of this game's story; it's winding turns and sudden shocks of a plot twist, you might be blown apart. Who knows? Me? You? Choo choo? Thus comes the train.

结尾妙啊

Absoluta joya de los videojuegos. sin palabras, fueron los 68 minutos mas divertidos de mi semana

Inspiring

i came, i saw, i [strike]witnessed[/strike] looked

One must imagine Sisyphus happy if he had been eternally 'punished' to play this game over and over; Thank you, Bradley Lovell.