I just got done finishing the game Journey, and I absolutely freaking loved every minute of it.
The point of this thread is for you to talk about the one part in your Journey that stuck out to you the most and how that one moment defined your experience.
My moment occurred in what I like to call the shadowy depths. Until that point it had been a lighthearted jaunt through the rose tinted sands with my anonymous but clearly cheerful partner. Throughout our journey together they would playfully use the chirp button to simulate laughing every time one of us messed up or hit a ruined building or anything rather silly, and after awhile I started to do the same. This changed inside the depths.
We slowed our pace a bit in the darkness, but I enjoyed the seaweed-ish scarves and how it felt more as if I was deep sea swimming than flying.
...but then we heard it. This strangely ominous clacking almost grinding noise echoing around us, and as we got closer to it the walls began to shake. We came to this hall of frightening looking statues and in the distance we spotted a chirping scarf. My partner took off towards it while I followed at a much slower walk, letting out soft uneasy chirps, becoming more frantic as my partner got further away. My companion had almost reached the scarf when this huge monstrous roaring THING ripped its way out of the ground and devoured it before flying off into the murky black above.
After that, the two of us pretty much hugged the walls and tried to stay the hell out of any well lit spots. Until that point we had both thought we were safe, that there was nothing to be fearful of. The bright open air we once soared in was now full of gnashing teeth. We were no longer as carefree as we had been and were far more quiet as we huddled together in the tiny cramped spaces of the much safer darkness.
From that moment on, our Journey had changed.
The point of this thread is for you to talk about the one part in your Journey that stuck out to you the most and how that one moment defined your experience.
My moment occurred in what I like to call the shadowy depths. Until that point it had been a lighthearted jaunt through the rose tinted sands with my anonymous but clearly cheerful partner. Throughout our journey together they would playfully use the chirp button to simulate laughing every time one of us messed up or hit a ruined building or anything rather silly, and after awhile I started to do the same. This changed inside the depths.
We slowed our pace a bit in the darkness, but I enjoyed the seaweed-ish scarves and how it felt more as if I was deep sea swimming than flying.
...but then we heard it. This strangely ominous clacking almost grinding noise echoing around us, and as we got closer to it the walls began to shake. We came to this hall of frightening looking statues and in the distance we spotted a chirping scarf. My partner took off towards it while I followed at a much slower walk, letting out soft uneasy chirps, becoming more frantic as my partner got further away. My companion had almost reached the scarf when this huge monstrous roaring THING ripped its way out of the ground and devoured it before flying off into the murky black above.
After that, the two of us pretty much hugged the walls and tried to stay the hell out of any well lit spots. Until that point we had both thought we were safe, that there was nothing to be fearful of. The bright open air we once soared in was now full of gnashing teeth. We were no longer as carefree as we had been and were far more quiet as we huddled together in the tiny cramped spaces of the much safer darkness.
From that moment on, our Journey had changed.