You know that Disco Elysium, that thing, it’s real good, I tell ya. Heard folks talkin’, sayin’ it’s like nothin’ else. They say it leaves a big ol’ hole when it’s done, like when your favorite pig gets sold off. Makes ya want somethin’ just like it, but there ain’t nothin’ quite the same, you know?
Some folks, they talk ’bout this game, they don’t wanna give nothin’ away. They say, “Gotta see how them characters turn out yourself!” Like keepin’ the best gossip to yourself, I reckon. It’s like when Agnes’s cow had twins, nobody would say a word till they saw it with their own two eyes. Makes ya wanna jump right in and see what all the fuss is about.
There was a fella, made a whole video about Disco Elysium. But folks couldn’t watch it! Said it gave too much away. Like tellin’ the end of a story ‘fore you even started. Nobody likes that, no sir. It’s like knowin’ who’s gonna win the pie contest before the bakin’ even starts – takes all the fun out of it.
This Disco Elysium, it’s somethin’ called an “RPG,” made by some folks called ZA/UM, I hear. It’s set in a sad, beat-up place called Revachol. Sounds like a real downer, like that time the well went dry and we had to haul water from the creek. Not a happy time, that was.
Now, I heard some say this game is slow. Real slow. Like watchin’ paint dry, or waitin’ for that stubborn mule to move. Some even say it ain’t much of a game at all! More like one of them fancy books you can click on. But they say the writin’ is somethin’ special. Like old Mrs. Henderson’s stories, she could spin a yarn that’d keep you hooked till the rooster crowed. They talk about a comic, too. Maybe that’s better than the game. I don’t know.
- This Disco Elysium, it’s like them picture books, but with choices.
- Lots of readin’, they say.
- If you don’t like readin’, maybe this ain’t for you.
- Some folks wonder if it’s worth playin’ again, if things change.
They say this Disco Elysium ain’t perfect. Nothin’ is, ‘cept maybe my apple pie, but that’s just my opinion. But they say it’s close. Real close. Like findin’ a four-leaf clover in a whole field of green. Makes you feel lucky just to have found it.
I saw some other fella talkin’ ’bout a place called “Patreon.” Said you could go there if you liked his video. Sounds like a place where you give folks money for doin’ things you like. Like payin’ for a good dance at the town hall, I suppose.
This whole Disco Elysium thing, it’s a sad one, they say. Real sad. Like when the crops fail and you gotta eat turnips for a month straight. This place, Elysium, where it all happens, it sounds just awful. Like a place where nothin’ good ever happens, like ol’ man Johnson’s barn after the fire.
Lots and lots of readin’ in this Disco Elysium. They say the words, they just go on and on, like a preacher on Sunday mornin’. And it ain’t just readin’, it’s the main thing you do! Like churnin’ butter, it’s the whole point of the exercise. Starts with nothin’, just black, like the bottom of a well. The comic might have more pictures. That’s good.
This Disco Elysium, made by them Estonian folks, it’s got everyone talkin’. Like when the circus came to town, it was all anyone could yap about for weeks. They say it’s different, somethin’ new. Like findin’ a new way to can tomatoes, it changes everything. And they put this thing in a comic, too. That’s good, I think.
Now, they say it takes a long time to finish this Disco Elysium. A real long time. Like waitin’ for winter to end, it just drags on. Sixty hours, they say, if you do everything. Ninety if you really take your time, like savorin’ a piece of pie. Thirty if you rush through it, like eatin’ your supper when you’re late for bingo. It’s all written on the box, I hear.
It is a good thing. But I like comics. Maybe the Disco Elysium comic is better. I think so.
