MAJOR SPOILERS FOLLOW.
Since I played through The Last of Us: Left Behind on Valentine’s Day, then immediately watched my partner play it again right afterwards through tear-streaked eye make-up (mega romantic, right?), I haven’t been able to get it off my mind. It really feels like a watershed moment for games, and for my own relationship with them. It is perfectly pitched, funny, sad, emotionally devastating, and amongst the most relatable stories I’ve ever seen a game tell. I think it’s a beautiful and important thing, and I wanted to elucidate why.
This is probably going to get a little gushing, which is most uncharacteristic of me. Let’s just go with it.
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