I am more than over it.

After more than twenty years of gaming and the ever encroaching content entitlement, this game managed to teach me patience once again. A game with absolutely frustrating mechanics, which still solely rely on skill of and mistakes made by the player. The mechanics are crazy, but they are consistent and after I had played 6 hours, I was able to literally fly up the mountain. The next 20 hours I spent starting from scratch hundreds of times, but getting better and better with the ridiculous controls. After 50 hours, I made it to the top. And then I did it again. And again. And again. I'm not sure if I had fun playing this, I actually didn't, but it was a very special experience in one regard: The game didn't change, but I did. The game never got easier. But I got better. There was no better gear to get, no level up, no easy mode. It was always the same challenge and you would fail, fail, fail and then fail some more, until you actually managed to get past one obstacle, manage it past the next one, getting excited, and then made a mistake that put you right at the beginning once again.

This is probably the most brutally unforgiving game I have ever played. No checkpoints, no joy, no leniency. I wanted to throw my hardware out of the window so many times, but every time I had to start right at the beginning once more, something made me not just extremely furious and hurt, but also made me want to persevere. And this is something I had almost forgotten I was even capable of after so many years of gaming.

While I consider this the most sadistic game in the entire history of gaming, I also consider it one of the most remarkable concepts regarding game mechanics I have ever seen.

I have played thousands of games in my life so far and will probably play just as many in the next couple of decades, but this game, I will always remember.

Getting Over It with Bennett Foddy made me hate this game so much that after so many years of open world and the same things over and over again, gaming is finally fun again. For that, I heartfully want to thank Bennett Foddy.

That being said, Bennett Foddy, if we ever cross paths, I will punch you in the balls so hard that your great-great-grandchildren will still have their ears ringing from your pain. And then I will shake your hand, thanking you personally for making me enjoy games a lot more again. And then I'll punch you in the balls some more, just for good measure.