In the end the game is not only about beating the Lamb. It is a place to rehearse forgiveness, to practice generosity, to rehearse the small betrayals that teach you about yourself. It is a chapel where the pews are pixels and the prayers are bullets. You leave the session with your controller warm, your saved run intact, and a residual sense that the basement is a communal thing now—an architecture of people who kept playing together, despite the rage, despite the lag, despite the ways you were forced to give pieces of yourself to survive.
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