Recent reviews by Solaeyn

It's such a shame.
It's 2025, the Steam Deck is out there, Proton and Wine make thousands of games run without much effort. Even plenty of online games have figured out how to support Linux. But EA and Full Circle went with a kernel-level anti-cheat.

That decision means the game just flat out doesn't work on Linux or the Deck. On top of that, kernel access comes with its own security and privacy worries. And the sad part is, we've seen other studios handle anti-cheat in ways that don't shut out a whole group of players.

This isn't a review of the gameplay in 'skate.' If you're on Windows, that's a different story. But if you're on Steam Deck or Linux, the game is a closed door boys.

Sometimes you just wanna disappear into a quiet place where no one asks for more than a warm drink and a little honesty.
That’s what Coffee Talk gave me.

A late night cafe, rain tapping on the window like a lofi beat looping in the dark, and a barista who listens more than they speak.
This game isnt just a visual novel, it’s a mood. A melancholic stillness wrapped in neon light and jazz hop, where stories pour out like espresso shots: bitter, sweet, heavy.
Real.

Every character feels like someone you met once at 3 AM and never forgot.
The writing hits different when you’ve been lost before, it’s full of soft truths and quiet punches.
Even the little drink system feels like therapy if you let it.

And yeah, the fan made voice-overs are dope as hell, honestly beautiful…
but I’d lie if I said it wouldn’t have hit harder if they were in the base game from the start.

Still.
This one stays with you.
Like the smell of coffee on your clothes after a long talk.
10/10 would cry again.

Spending two hours with The Night of the Rabbit, I sincerely believed that pure magic had been unearthed. This is not just a game in which to indulge; it's an experience that whisks one away into realms full of whimsy and wonder.

It's every moment a fragile spell, every scene unfolding as if the turning of beautifully illustrated storybook pages. Landscapes drop and multiply rich, vibrant, almost stepping into a watercolor painting. This is a game that doesn't just ask for your attention; it demands your imagination. Every interaction, every line of dialogue, seems to be there for a reason, perhaps sometimes just to remind you that in the mundane, there is magic.

The actual physical sensation? My hands are wrapped around the mouse, but my heart is wrapped in the world. It's as though I reach out and touch every leaf, every hidden path, every talking animal. My mind unwinds, tension slips away, and with it comes a sense of calm I hadn't realized was missing. I emerge from each session as though I took a Sunday afternoon stroll through a serene enchanted forest.

And then, of course, there's the storytelling. It's a game where every character has a charm, every line feels like it's been plucked from a fairytale just for me. I find myself wanting to pause, to savor each line, to explore every corner, wondering what hidden delights I might find. Throughout, the game leads me towards second guesses in only the best possible way, making me curious and imaginative, feeling like I'm part of something grand and mysterious.

10/10, a journey I will return to whenever I need a dose of wonder.

I've played seventeen hours of CS2, and I am pretty sure that I have seen every kind of torture imaginable, both emotional and physical. This game doesn't test your aim but is a test of your sanity.

Every death feels like a wake-up call for me. You almost see every useless hour you've spent with it, only to be taken down by one headshot every time. It's like the game says to you, "You're just not good enough." Well, that's not even the worst part. Every single concept I ever came across about winning, about knowing combat, was ruined. I fail at every turn to understand what victory truly is and what it requires.

And the physical? Don't even get me started on that. I am a human pretzel at this point, my shoulders locked from tension, my arms molded to the shape of my mouse, and my neck might as well have relocated to Tension Town. I come out of each session like I've survived a bar fight I was destined to lose.

And then there is the mind game. Every game is just a spiral of self-doubt and second-guessing; I'll spot an enemy, hesitate half a second, and it's boom-I'm back in spectating my team mates, replaying that moment in my head. Each misplayed call, missed shot, and poorly chosen utility feeds into an unrelenting inner monologue asking, why do I keep coming back?

10/10, would question my existence again. (Help)