All the other kids,
with their pumped up decks,
took me into the city,
to see Balatro play.
There’s a veeeeery thin thread thread between abstraction and concreteness. One treads on the verge of being misunderstood, the other in being blatant. Dancing between these is like flipping a coin and land it on its side.
I have a huuuuuge soft spot for anything that show opposites being contrasted, side by side, at whatever level of abstraction or concreteness it’s on. I didn’t know what I was doing with the cards until I burned through my stack, stuck between an irate dad and annoying Chad.
Probably not a spoiler, but that end slipped me through the tragedy of stormy upbringings. I hope that chamber was dry empty, because beneath that facade of sweet, sweet artwork; you know stuff was going on.
You played me like a fiddle. Nice artwork. Confusing, yet interesting artwork intertwined with a story that treads very closely between edgy and introspective. Audio that was well mixed and balanced. You all walked the fine thread and down came something outta left field. This is the stuff I like.