I've always been terrible at pool, snooker, billiards, and every other game involving a long stick and green felt. Thus far, though, the consequences of that have been pretty mild—some social ostracisation here, a bit of being laughed at in the pub there, you know. What I'm saying is, it's never sent me irreversibly insane.
But, of course, Lovecraft has to infiltrate everything these days, and so along comes Pool of Madness—a roguelike that dares to ask, "What if a game of pool was actually an elaborate ritual to please the dark gods of the abyss?"
