Tunic (Game) Review
I was born in 1991, around six years after the original Legend of Zelda was released for the Famicom and NES. I lived and grew up in a world where Zelda already held a deep meaning for a large amount of people as a world of adventure and wonder. Each person as they grew up and found love in that series, had a Zelda they could call their own. Mine was Ocarina of Time for the N64 but the story of my joy for that comes another day. Counter to that, I was well into my adult life when the Soul's series of games exploded into popularity. Dark Souls was something I tried briefly but only truly grew to enjoy in the wake of trying the game Bloodborne. This combined with going back to finish Demon's Souls, Dark Souls and going on just this year to finish Elden Ring, even to drink in Bloodborne PSX, has infused me with a euphoria of sorts that is special to me; a fantasy world where my identity and self is mine to craft and the story ahead, the world is what matters. Tunic as such,...