Talk:Sonic the Hedgehog 3 Hacked Cartridge (Genesis)/@comment-7706473-20140718110350

I really like what I'm going to lovingly refer to as a bropastas; something where two friends, and it's usually two 'bros' end up investigating something spooky together. It may just be part of my mind that's easily entertained, but it's a very good set-up; you already've got two personalities to 'bounce' off of, and that tends to remove the problem of featureless narrators (which aren't bad in and of themselves, but can be in certain works).

Though there are parts of this that seem to drag a bit, I have a hard time telling you which ones they were; to my mind, the most interesting thing is, as a whole, it's very well but together. I love stories where the disturbing factors have nothing to do with the games - I for a minute wondered if the 'collectors' knew the deutroagonist from my story, Fanatics - but instead the humans involved with them. The only thing that really detracted from that feeling for me were the use of Anderson both as a last name and as a street name; it seemed a bit coincidental, and though not at all unlikely in real life, distracted me from the otherwise tense tone of the epilogue (also the fact that the 'collector' threatened the narrator with knowledge of their Tails' bobble-head, but I'm just a goofball like that).

But the thing I liked most was the implication that - whatever happened - miScApitalIzed account was working with other people that aren't even involved in the story. They're out there, either guiltless and yet somehow complicit, in danger themselves for having revealed something that wasn't meant to be shared (or already having paid that price) or... Left out of the narrative, and thus free to do as they will. The off-handed ease with which this is revealed to the reader is delightfully creepy, and I loved it.

Acorns, the fruit of the unenclosed land.