The ragdoll crashes never get old. Whether I soar or flop, I’m always laughing and always trying again to beat my best.

The crafting depth surprised me. Weapons, tools, shelters all feel necessary, and every new discovery kept me experimenting.

Every cursed spell comes with a price, every armor set carries memories. This Souls‑like melds grief, gothic horror, and strategic combat into sharp resonance.

Releasing tigers to aid me in battle was wild and strategic. Iridio makes creative survival feel instinctive and deeply rewarding.

Sneaking through gossiping relatives while hiding under tables made me realize this is a stealth game like no other. It’s funny, stressful, and refreshing.

I adore how every household item becomes part of the fight. Chairs, tables, microwaves they’re all fair game.

Glossy pixel hills, cryptic symbolism, and a somber melody. Solve puzzles, reveal memories, feel existential dread in a good way.

Upgraded my fish tank, fished for 3 hours, forgot to serve dinner. 5 stars anyway.

Crafting isn't a side activity; it's a core part of the game. Master craftsmen are as vital as warriors.

Every fight feels like a runway version of Mortal Kombat. Less blood, more blush. Still brutal.