So… I just beat Chapter 5 of Life is Strange.
And I feel like I took all the drugs.
Note to self: Never play Chapter 5 for the first time after you just wake up.
I knew what I was seeing was just a part of the game, but a part of me wondered if I was still asleep and dreaming.
As I hid from Mr. Jefferson(s) in what I’m now calling “The Hell Maze” — I’ve officially heard “Gotcha!” enough for one lifetime — I honestly didn’t know what to think.
Is Max dreaming?
Is her sardonic comment from earlier in the chapter true and she really is in Hell?
I know Max says that what she went through was a nightmare, but it sure didn’t seem like it.
It’s like Max fell into the Fly of Despair.
If I ever want to experience what it’s like to get high, sorry Walter White, you won’t make a customer out of me.
Because: I’ll just play Life is Strange again.
Even though a part of me doesn’t want to.
I almost made the choice to sacrifice Chloe.
I don’t know what to call that spiteful version of myself, so I’m just going to call her “Earl.”
As I talked to Earl, I realized that — gasp — actions have consequences!
I wondered if it was right to cause so many people to die just to save the life of one person.
And Chloe was no saint, either.
But, I justified myself by remembering Luke 15:4:
“What man among you having a hundred sheep and losing one of them would not leave the ninety-nine in the desert and go after the lost one until he finds it?”
And, after feeling like I went through Hell, I also just wanted to do to Arcadia Bay what I wish I could do to The Hell Maze, and destroy it.
That place put me through the wringer, and a part of me was happy to return the favor.
I’ll write more about Life is Strange later.
For now, I need to de-stress by watching dog videos.