I’m fascinated by the moral quandaries as often posed by games now. More specifically, the bad choice. I always bet on black. Always.
I love to cringe, but it’s more about: How far is this game gonna let me go? Really? It’s a game, surely it won’t be that far. Nasty surprises all. So far I’ve managed to put myself in some stupidly uncomfortable places. I worked negligently hard to get Heavy Rain’s worst ending. It was worth it. That has got to be the most depressing and confronting finale of your own devising I’ve ever seen go down in gameland.
I don’t want to spoil it but Ethan, y’know, he doesn’t find that kid. No one does. And Ethan, he can’t live with that.
What I find surprising is that most if not every single gamefriend I’ve talked to about this never bets on black. Ever.