An unbelievably dense (and at times bloated) love letter to the mystery genre that revels and thrives in its own eccentricity perfectly. Boasts some of the most outrageous voice work, certified hot sauce giga-banger songs, and scenes that range from bizarrely zany to so disturbingly realistic that I can scarcely believe they exist.

I've never played anything the challenged me quite like Umineko. Its unapologetic, and at times scathing in its indictment of people who who refuse to interact with the media they consume, but at the end of all the madness it boils down to one simple question; one that completely shattered the lens by which I view stories.

Without love, it cannot be seen.