Braid

Yahtzee: Sometimes I feel like I'm spending my entire life mining for gold in a septic tank. It seems like during the process of most mainstream games they make a specific point of extracting everything original about them and filling in the gaps with spackle and Havok Physics. Oh, I'm sure many games start off with some bright-eyed creative director foaming at the mouth with great ideas, but before long the stuffed shirts have fed his design document to an angry dog, and the sheer amount of time and manpower that has to go into just making one character walk across a fucking room in the top-tier graphics engines of this day and age has whittled away all the great ideas in direct proportion to the director's will to live. And me demanding quality from this process feels like rescuing someone from starvation then demanding they give me a piggy-back ride. And you know who I blame for all this? You! Yes, you, the public. Especially you, Adrian! That probably isn't your name, but it was worth it to mess with the heads of all the Adrians in the world.