When I first booted up A Model Husband, I expected just another run-of-the-mill indie game—maybe some pixel art, a catchy chiptune soundtrack, and a storyline that’s just deep enough to justify my inevitable emotional breakdown at 2 AM. What I did not expect was a game that would single-handedly revolutionize game design, change the course of history, and—dare I say it—get my mom into gaming.
Yes, you read that right. A Model Husband didn’t just raise the bar; it obliterated it with the force of a thousand Smash Bros. tournaments. This game is so good, it could make even the most cynical of gamers shed a tear (or at least question their life choices).