What to you has been a year, for me is but a second and a lifetime. 2025 is wrapped finally in festive jolly and acute melancholy, so sit with me by the chimney fire as I make my annual lamentations and ludic recommendations. This year had been, like a coaster, fit with the twists and loop-de-loops of occurrences. Even in my final year of high school, I had managed to slot myself into multiple friend groups, get rejected, be confessed to, fall in love, enter the college of my preference, get all my shit robbed and stolen, and have my body almost give out on me on two occasions. "No rest for the wicked," so said this year, and on this front it afforded me little. But you do not read on to hear my life story, interesting and chaotic as it had been, nor are you here to wallow with me in my regrets, celebrate my joys, and listen to my wishful desires for the next revolution of this Earth. No, you're interested in what I—Big Gaming's Greatest Slave!—have been up to all ...
A deep dive into the wide world of indie games. A blog by CookieJar.