marry me wesker 最近的评测

❤️ People say RE5 is a co-op shooter, some call it a mediocre Resident Evil, some even say it’s just “the one with the boulder.” Wrong. This game is, first and foremost, a love letter to Albert Wesker’s existence, and I, a humble player, am but a worshipper in his sunglasses-shaded church.

From the moment he struts into a scene, trench coat flowing like he just came off a runway in Milan, I forget there’s even a plot. He doesn’t walk, he glides. He doesn’t fight, he choreographs dominance. Every punch, every kick, every smug insult lands directly on my heart like Cupid decided to become a bioterrorist.

“Seven minutes,” he says. Seven minutes is all he can spare to play with us. Sir, I would give you seven lifetimes. No, seven eternities. If time itself were Ouroboros, devouring its own tail forever, I would still be there, gazing up at you while you dodge rockets with a casual shrug.

Let’s not overlook the voice. That velvet baritone could convince me to inject Uroboros willingly and thank him afterwards. Every “poor performance” he spits out is less of an insult and more of a Shakespearean sonnet written exclusively for my ears.

And the moves. The bullet dodging. The teleporting. The way he throws Chris and Sheva around like they’re plastic action figures. My man doesn’t believe in Newton’s laws—he rewrites them in real time, and I, too, wish to be yeeted by those leather-clad arms.

The volcano finale? People call it cheesy. I call it divine theatre. Lava bubbling, shirt torn, sunglasses still intact—tell me that wasn’t a Greek god rising to claim Olympus. Chris may have punched a boulder, but Wesker punched his way into my soul.

In the end, RE5 isn’t just a game. It’s a stage where Albert Wesker, the trench-coated Adonis of bio-terror, delivers the performance of a lifetime. And I’ll keep coming back, not for the gameplay, not for the story, but for the chance to bask, even briefly, in the glow of his beautiful magnificence.

11/10. Would inject Ouroboros if it meant being married to him. ❤️

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There are games that entertain.
There are games that challenge.
And then there are rare, precious games like Slime Rancher 2, that don’t just fill your time — they fill your soul.

From the very first moment I set foot on Rainbow Island, something inside me softened. The world whispered to me in colors too gentle to describe — pastel skies that shift and swirl like a dream half-remembered, shimmering waves that sigh against golden beaches, and the laughter of tiny, bouncing miracles that greet me like old friends even though we've only just met.

Each morning on Rainbow Island is a quiet invitation: Come explore. Wander slowly. Find wonder hiding in plain sight.
And I do.
Every time I step outside my cozy conservatory, the world greets me like it’s been waiting — a land of glimmering caves, towering cliffs, forgotten ruins, and secret gardens bursting with vibrant life. The air itself hums with quiet magic. The music plays softly, like a lullaby for my heart, and the colors blend together in a watercolor of serenity and hope.

The slimes — oh, the slimes. They are not just creatures. They are pure, unfiltered joy made real. The Cotton Slimes bouncing in fields like excited little clouds, the Tabby Slimes curling up and purring, the Phosphor Slimes glowing like gentle stars at night — each one feels like a tiny companion, a friend who asks for nothing but a home, a snack, and a moment of my attention. They make me smile, again and again, even on my worst days.

But none captured my heart like the Ringtail Slime.
That mischievous grin.
That playful little thief, frozen like a statue under the morning sun, only to spring to life beneath the moon.
I found myself checking in on my Ringtail as if it were a beloved pet, delighted by its antics, charmed by its constant gleeful expression.
I loved it so much that I bought a Ringtail plushie to keep me company in real life — so that even when I’m far from Rainbow Island, I can glance over and remember the joy this game brings me.

Beneath the joy and lightheartedness, there’s also a quiet mystery woven into every corner of Rainbow Island. The ancient machines, the softly glowing ruins, the silent echoes of those who came before — they remind me that even in a world so full of light, there is depth, there is history, there is a beautiful sense of bittersweet wonder. I don’t just play Slime Rancher 2 — I inhabit it. I live alongside Beatrix as she unravels the secrets of the island, as she builds her ranch one plort at a time, as she pauses beneath the stars to simply breathe.

Time melts away here. Hours pass like seconds as I tend to my slimes, design new gadgets, harvest the strange and lovely fruits that dot the landscape. There is no pressure, no looming failure — only gentle exploration and endless discovery. The world says, take your time. Stay as long as you need.

And I do.

Slime Rancher 2 is not just a game to me — it’s a refuge. A place of color and kindness. A reminder that sometimes, happiness can be simple: a bouncy slime, a quiet morning, a glowing moon, a silly little Ringtail plushie smiling on my shelf.

Thank you, Monomi Park, for creating this perfect little universe of joy.
Thank you for building a world I can always return to, when the real world feels heavy.
Thank you for reminding me that even in a world of endless noise, there is still space for peace, for play, for wonder.

10/10.
Forever ranching.
Forever grateful.
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