It was late at night, it felt like a comfortable extended summer evening. At dusk I came home from a long walk through the city, with my friends the wallet and the music player. It’s my Friday on a Saturday night, and as darkness fell it only made my game library more enticing. In the mood for what seemed somewhat cinematic
I decided to return to Alan Wake’s American Nightmare to escape what would be considered my own. I can tell that I might have to do a second play-through of this in order to get all of the manuscripts, unless I can find them when the levels decide to repeat. It placed me back at the beginning level… kinda. It’s hard to explain, but I have to repeat what I had to do the first time around. I can’t tell if this is good storytelling or low lazy writing. I’ll take a break and revisit this on the big screen later.