[Every week (until I get bored), Art Juice takes a recent videogame story and provides an unremittingly artistic slant, telling us a little something about ourselves in the process ... whether we want to know the truth or not!]
They say art can be powerful, but not even I truly respected that statement until today, when I was metaphorically punched in the face by my own emotion. After completing this piece, I wept for a day and a half, overcome with raw feeling.
I may never truly be the same after coming to terms with myself and I hope this hauntingly beautiful glimpse into what it means to be a gamer reaches out to you all. My cup runneth over with revelation.
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