Once in a century, you get the type of game that redefines the meaning of the word. Backgammon. Chess. Football. Pong. And now... there is remorse.

Upon opening this game and beholding the title screen, I was instantly overcome with rapture. I was tempted to claw my own eyes out, because I knew they would never behold anything as beautiful as what I had already seen. But with trepidation, I pressed on nonetheless.

The story I was presented with was not a story, but an experience. I entered this game one man, and left as another. I have forgotten the names of my old friends, as remorse's characters are the only friends I will ever need. When it finally ended, I spent seventeen hours weeping with a mix of joy and terrible grief. Joy for being permitted to experience such a soul-shattering narrative, and grief that it had to come to an end.

remorse is all I know now. I sit at my computer and I replay it over and over and over again, never pausing to eat or sleep. Even as I write this review, I can feel remorse calling to me once again. Like a whisper in the back of my mind, growing steadily louder with each word I type. And as I listen, I realize that it is already too late. I am no longer Cryspr. I no longer wish to be Cryspr.

I am remorse.