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Last of us part 2: the good things I liked.

I really loved the visuals, and the sound in the game and the immersion of the environment. I thought all the flashbacks with Joel and Ellie were great and the way it shows why their relationship became so strain, Yara and Lev were honestly the best characters in my opinion and the entire sequence following where Lev saves Yara and Abby and they gotta escape the stalkers was cool and tense and I loved it. The part where they make it to the seraphite island and have to fight their way out of the conflict between Scars and WLF was really awesome and somewhat nerve-racking cause the entire place is on fire and you gotta fight your way through both factions to escape. I liked Owen too, since he was a more empathetic character. The way the clickers and infected look are down right nasty and I love it and their screeches are screeches to haunt your nightmares.

Just my personal opinions after playing the last of us 2:

I didn't hate it, but I didn't love it either. I only have a problem with the story. I think Joel was done dirty, man could've died like he lived, fighting. You survived 30 to 40 years and walk so carelessly into a group of people's house and give out your name?. Ellie and Dina's relationship felt forced, like you're gonna smoke weed and do the deed and call it a day, I don't think so. I felt that Abby got maybe more positive things happen to her, than Ellie (even tho they both had friends die). Ellie ended up losing everything in the end. You can argue that Abby lost friends too, but she didn't hesitate to forget about them when she left with Lev and she didn't hesitate to switch sides so fast either, I don't think using dogs as an emotional trigger was cool, like you're kinda forcing me to care about the puppo. I think Abby should've died in the end, it's kinda crap you go on this whole Journey and kill the people involved and not kill the one who killed your dad, like should've stayed with your girlfriend and kid then. It looked like Ellie found peace then. But now she's got PTSD but still left the one who caused it go. Nono. There's a lot of things that didn't make sense compared to the first game when you look at the logic, also one more thing to add to the logic of this Ellie bit Abby wouldn't that mean Abby is infected unless she's immune too?

Just my opinions I'll give the positives later

sometimes i really say to myself, i could post my vision, and let the world run with it. let it flourish— or crash and burn…whichever way fate took it, but i always seem to circle back to simply wanting to perfect it.

but alas, here i am throwing a snippet of my metaphorical baby out of the nest:

Dread.

There’s nothing like the suffocating sensation of utter terror that occupies all available space in the body. It morphs into indiscernible shapes like a ghost, almost as if to perfectly mold into her shape—depriving it of the very oxygen it needs to function. A heavy coldness claws through the center of the chest and up through the throat with a vengeance. The crippling temperature sends rattles to her bones and casts ice to melt into the fire of her blood. It renders her skin trembling to the touch, where fields of goosebumps cover her as a last line of defense against the invisible force.

It burns.

The panic only grows when every inhale is faltered by the crushing pressure against her ribcage, like a snake curling around her frame, squeezing her chest with an indescribable tightness. Every breath, whether delivered in a greedy heave or pathetic and shallow gasp, intensifies the feeling of hollowness within her. The chilling oxygen is not comparable with the sensation of the heart itself throbbing unnaturally against her ribcage. Ghost-like fingers pierce into the muscle, and send constricted pumps of blood to race fervently from it. The blood flows in her veins with heat only known to hell itself, a black—unfathomable degree of flame that feels almost freezing to the touch.

It burns.

There’s nothing like the unshakable tremble that accompanies it. Muscles and nerves twitching almost against her will, as they shift constantly between the desire to fight or flight. The movement isn’t nearly as bad as the shame that fills her mind. It easily drowns out any other emotion, and for a brief moment—

Hitomi wishes she could forget it—forget the way the dread pours into her. The way the dread causes everything else to dull into meaningless static.

If only the dread came with a warning or a precursor of sorts. Maybe, just maybe then, would she be more prepared to face it.

Until then, she would allow it to consume her—praying that one day it would just take her out of her misery instead.