Weeknotes 78 - Abby’s arms
- I haven’t finished playing it yet but I can already tell you that The Last of Us Part II is the best game ever made. Every element is exquisite: the writing, the location design, the lighting, the characters. I went into it thinking I’d be spending my time just enjoying more of Joel and Ellie’s relationship, but instead I’m pushed to question everyone’s choices. What initially seemed like perfectly justified actions—necessary for survival in a hostile world—suddenly start to look like moral failures.
- I sobbed for a good fifteen minutes after finding evidence in the environment of someone trying to create a little innocence in the world for their loved ones. It was so pure to see the attempts to bring some cosiness and normalcy to their lives that it broke my heart. It wasn’t even part of the main story.
- The fear is so real. Naughty Dog has found a way to never let you relax into thinking you know how to deal with zombies or other people. Nothing you try ever seems to go to plan. My average resting heart rate this week’s been off the charts.
- I’m not reading anything about the game to avoid spoilers, but even I have heard that a vocal minority of gamers are cross because one of the women in the game, Abby, is muscular and proud of her strength. Apparently anyone can have big arms like Abby. It’s one of my lockdown goals now.
- It was my birthday this week, which is why my partner and I took some time off. I spent the week sewing, playing The Last Of Us and watching The Thick of It (again). It couldn’t have been more perfect. I even got an enormous rainbow birthday cake. I’m still eating it.
- I love getting older because I keep giving less and less of a shit about what kind of life is expected from me and just do what makes me happy.