I hated and loved in equal measure the end of the summer holidays as a child. My impending return to gloomy classrooms, smudged jotters, and uncomfortable uniforms only made me take advantage of my final days of freedom all the more. I lamented the moments of my holiday that I'd wasted, while I tried to come up with new and exciting things to do before school began again.
As I grew older, drinking and being a layabout would overtake the fun shenanigans of my younger years, and of course, now the concept of a summer holiday is laughable. There's no such thing as that much free time anymore. Piffle.
But thanks to Daedalic's point-and-click adventure The Night of the Rabbit, I've been able to reclaim some of the whimsy and excitement of that bygone time. I've also called a rabbit a bastard, hurt my foot when I kicked a wall, and rage quit at least ten times.... read more