My name is Jen, and it has been... two hours since I last played Blue Prince. This is not a review, it's a public health warning.
I’ve logged 62 hours into this game, which is already being hailed as this year’s Balatro (read: indie darling of award ceremonies). But I simply must stop. If I keep going, I might actually lose my mind. It's that good, and it's that addictive.
Blue Prince has possessed me in ways no other game has — well, not since Balatro itself. The puzzles are so intricate, with countless possible solutions, that I’ve been suffering from a severe case of The Tetris Effect.
For those that don't know, this is when a game consumes your thoughts so completely that it invades your waking hours and even your dreams.
I'm basically like John Nash in A Beautiful Mind, except I’m seeing room layouts. Open my kitchen door? I hope bacon and eggs are on the menu so I can draft the Morning room. Why is my lavatory so useless? Should I upgrade my bedroom to get more steps?
If you’re confused, it’s because you haven’t played Blue Prince yet. You don’t understand our secret language.
