Don't know if this is considered necro'ing the thread, but at least I used search function.
But.. Oh man, The Walking Dead..
I just finished it, and I am sure for a fact this will be my favorite game of all time. I cried like a little bitch. No other game, book, or movie was ever able to do that.
This is why I love these games, you make choices and get invested with the characters and the story, like Mass Effect, KOTOR, or certain VN's.
No game ever came close to producing the range of emotions I felt when playing this.
I felt absolutely pissed at Ben when he abandoned Clementine in the city, felt absolutely betrayed when Lilly went axe-fucking crazy, I felt so glad whenever I made Clementine happy, and I almost threw my keyboard against the wall when I heard Duck was bit. I almost wanted to kill Ben when he revealed the truth about the bandits, and so many many more emotions and shit man.
In the first act, I felt like taking care of Clementine was an obligation, because I'm in a situation to help her. Cause she's a kid! She grew on me episode after episode, and I found myself not only liking this child, but loving her, and I spent the entire game making choices that would only protect HER, and ME. I risked nothing on Clementine's behalf. The only reason I took her to the compound in Savannah is because Ben was too much of a fucking idiot. He abandoned her on the street, and lost her when I came back, so I was not leaving her alone with an injured man, a stalker watching her.
Lee getting bit was one of the worst moments. The first thought I had was that I would never get to see Clementine after she was taken. I ended up waging a war path, cutting off Lee's hand felt like no small choice if it meant I could save Clementine. Going through an entire CROWD of the goddamn things felt like nothing, with just one hand and a big freaking knife. If only I could get to Clementine.
I met the stranger, the guy who took Clementine, and I did nothing but hate him, though Clementine eventually ended up killing him. But I didn't care. I might survive the bite, I cut off the hand! And I have Clementine.
The parents, though, almost ruined the flow for me, when walking back through the crowd, but I seriously didn't think about it at all until I came upon this thread.
And I'm rambling, but the reason that the Walking Dead is the best game I have ever played to this day, is the end. I was crying, as I "passed the torch" to Clem, as I told her to cuff me to the vent and I knew what would happen next. It was the single most emotional moment of gaming for me, Final Fantasy could never hold a torch, Mass Effect is laughable compared to the choices you make in the Walking Dead, KOTOR is shunned, Hanako's route is put to damn shame compared to the Walking Dead.
The Walking Dead did something I have always waited for. Grey decisions. There are only bad, and worse. I love that, I loved and hated the game at times with my decisions, leaving Lilly after she shot Carly, letting Ben fall... and having Clementine shoot Lee.
That was the single most emotional moment I have ever, ever seen in a video game. You play god knows how many hours of this game, watching Lee and Clementine develop together, through support or scoff at their relationship. You see Lee teach her to shoot, cut her hair, protect her from the outside world as best as he could. Clementine was the biggest symbol of innocence, naivety and growth in the game, where she goes from a terrified girl in a treehouse to a hardened person. She was immensely likable, made even more so with the moments she spends with Lee, like the salt lick, the smell of "Shit" comments, all of the little things that made her small, almost demeaning character, one of the most well written characters I have seen.
I simply can't say everything I want to, and correctly, about how I feel about this game. It is far from perfect, but you know what? I could give two shits, the game was great enough to make me look past all the gaping flaws other people criticize it with, was the only game successful to actually make me FEEL anything in years.
10/10.
Goddamn, I don't care about what anyone says about it. In my mind, it's perfect. It really, really is. For anyone who actually wants to read my angst-ridden rambling, I'm sorry. Too busy crying about the ending.