Pathologic isn’t what I’d really call a “fun” game. Honestly, it’s exhausting, mentally and spiritually – and possibly even physically. It depicts a decaying town (which, amazingly, is still incredibly atmospheric despite the dated graphics) which does nothing but decay further during your stay there, gives you an impossible task that seems even more impossible as time goes by, makes you feel like you’re a helpless pawn in some metaphysical stage play, and then forces you to carefully manage your resources in order to just survive. Getting to the end of a day while successfully completing that day’s main quests feels like a triumph, or at least a pyrrhic victory; you might not have solved the problems, but you’re one step closer! And you feel good. And then the next day starts up with the game somberly telling you how far the plague has spread, how many more people have died, and – basically – how fucked you are.