Man, I hope I spelled Simon Christensen’s name right this year. Oh, fuck me, that’s wrong. Why can I not remember Christiansen? It’s not that difficult! I think I’m overcorrecting from Christianson, maybe.
Anyway, I enjoyed the hell out of last year’s Death off the Cuff, which was a spot-on Poirot parody, so I am looking forward to PataNoir as another example of Simon Christiansen doing genre well. If he disappoints me I’m eating his half of the muffin.
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Riff tells me I will like this one. This is heartening, because man did I hate that game Simon Christiansen did two years ago where… well, shit, that’s a spoiler, but the game is fucking called Grief, all right? So take your best guess. I sort of feel bad now, for having hated that game so much. Hopefully this is the year where Simon Christiansen and I call it squaresies and split a muffin.
Update: Oh, wait, is this a completely different guy or have I been spelling his name wrong for the past two years? Oh my God I have. I am such an asshole! He’ll never split a muffin with me now! I wouldn’t split a muffin with me either.
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I am getting this one over with. I don’t want to play it. I don’t think I’m going to like it. When I told Riff I was saving it for the last of the z-code games, he said “Is that really the note you want to end on?” and that is not very promising at all really. I would just skip it, but I have my journalistic integrity to consider. Also I told myself I was going to get on the treadmill today, and this game might make that seem like a really fun idea in comparison. So, here we go. Simon Christiansen’s Grief.
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Pissy Little Sausages 