So I just finished Iron Lung, which a friend gifted me Monday with a "play this. Thank me later"
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It's not gonna stick with me quite as long as Faith did, but I will remember it, and this does give me hope in video game creativity once again. I won't repeat most of the praise around it in terms of it's atmosphere and tension (and it's not hype, it delivers), but one thing that really struck me is that it's LOVECRAFTIAN.
Lovecraftian isn't about gibbering blobs of tentacles or "Me kawaii Cthulhu", it's the hopeless sensation that your sorry, insignificant ass is alone against the universe that doesn't even regard you as a microbe as it steps on you. Or in this case, engulfs you with blood in that laughable Pringles can you call a vessel...