This game is beautiful, but you do not play it for its beauty.

This game is hard, but you do not play it for its difficulty.

This game is sonorous, but you do not play it for its melody.

You play this game because its world has its tentacles in you, not just literally, but figuratively. Because you've seen some things that can't be unseen and even if the character that actually saw them is five generations distant, having fallen afoul of some mass of flesh, you can't sleep until those mysteries are resolved. Because you think this time, this time will be the time you do it right and you find out what it all means.

And you don't. And you die. Or worse.

But you saw some new things and you lost in a new way and those scrabbling bits of beautiful, crisp prose, evocative yet still economical, the work of someone who has been honing their hand at writing faux-Victorian video game text for the better part of a decade, those bits of prose unfold yet more of this wondrous world and feed your addiction and before you know it you've selected a legacy and rolled another character and oh, hell, here we go again. Yes, Admiral, I'd like another mission.

Buy this game. It'll make you eat your mind. It's very persuasive like that. And you'll have such a great time doing it.