Holygrenade writes: "After scoring a drink and some cookies, I sat comfortably to watch someone play Dear Esther, lauded for its environmental beauty and enthralling story. Unbeknownst to me, that’s all the game was — a man traversing an island landscape searching for answers. No action, no explosions, just a simple tale of a wife’s passing and how her husband chose to cope. And then for one second, one remarkable moment, I found myself bewildered. My understanding of what a game was rendered useless by an hour."