Fashionably Late is a thing wherein I ramble on about older games I’ve never played, or have played, or have even personally reviewed but I’m returning to because I’m a big boy now and I can make my own decisions mom, jeez. This time it’s Rogue Legacy that’s in the spotlight.
ChronopandaZA is a terrible person. Really, just The Worst of All People*. As a frequent visitor to our comments section, I didn’t think much of the ominously dark, clearly evil clouds brewing on the horizon as I read ChronopandaZA’s seemingly harmless feedback on my Fashionably Late for Risk of Rain. “I enjoyed the hell out of Rogue Legacy,” reads the comment. “Have you tried it?”
No. I hadn’t tried it.
Spurred on by ChronopandaZA’s unassuming query and blissfully unaware of the dangerous situation in which I unwittingly found myself, I whipped out my credit card and bought Rogue Legacy. After leaving it to bubble and stew and ferment and quietly grow ever more potent in my Steam library for a few weeks, I finally decided to try me some Rogue Legacy.
Now I can’t stop trying it. I’ve lost more hours than my tired brain can count to the thing, and yet still it craves more. I crave more.
Is this what you wanted, ChronopandaZA? Are you happy now? ARE YOU?