Far: Changing Tides review - a tense and mournfully beautiful sequel
In an empty world like that of Far: Changing Tides, it's hard not to become overly attached to the stupidest things. A toy carousel. A potted plant. A wooden duck. A delightfully regal statue of a deer.
But immobile in the deep, dark depths of the ocean, my furnace dark and cold, I was left with no choice, was I? It was either stay here, shoals of fish circling my ankles, or sacrifice that wooden duck and hurl it into the engine's hungry mouth. Yes, I'm still pretty upset about it.
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