Maybe, every once in a while, a game can be art.

I completely stand by the fact that people throw that statement around in the purpose of self-importance much more than they should. I stand by the fact that a game is a less accessible form of art due to its high development costs. I stand by the fact that there are an incredible amount of games tagged "art" for the hell of it. This was all before I played World of Goo.

World of Goo made me feel really weird. It was right around the end of the game, where I felt this really strange feeling in my chest. It was really weird, and I couldn't understand it quite at first. It hit me right when the final scene ended and it took me back to the menu, that so much of this game meant something. All of the levels that led up to the final scene in chapter two, everything involving the female mass goo balls being ripped to shreds, the MOM program on the computer, the World of Goo corporation, the sign painter's advice . . . I looked back on it all and it gave off this really brilliant, beautiful vibe. It's so rare that a game can succeed at making you feel an emotional connection to someone, but this game managed to make you connect with a bunch of goo. It combined itself with the dark, dreary visual presentation and the varied, brilliant music to make me feel both happy and sad at the same time, almost the way a mother would feel when her son leaves for college or something.

It's not often that I'll talk about a game like this because it's not often that a game like this will come out. Simply put, everyone should play this game, if not for the story, then for the brilliance in the core mechanics, and FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK, IF YOU PIRATE IT OR HAVE PIRATED IT, YOU ARE A COCKROACH.

Thank you.