Oh, Conker.
What have you done this time?
You want to enjoy a night out with the lads and have some brews before they're shipped off to war? Fly into the wind, Conker. Let life guide you aimlessly.
Conker could go home to his beautiful girlfriend, or, Conker could start doing funny little platformer quests because he simply can.
A red squirrel without agency nonetheless remains.

This game is both a parody and deconstruction of platformers. What if the protagonist collected wads of cash and quipped about paying his mortgage and buying a car? What if every character assisted by Conker was outwardly annoying and despised by Conker? What if we do little goofy platformer quests that result in the genocide of an entire race? A sacrifice to the Gods? Sure. What if the big-bad's motivation for doing anything was so shallow, it was literally needing to affix Conker to his table so that he could set his milk onto it? This is awesome.

The gameplay was not awesome. Every interesting idea is forced down my throat by being immediately copied and pasted 2-3 times. The last three chapters introduce a sin known as "aiming on the Nintendo 64", turning my tedium into rage. I spent the last 2-3 hours praying for the level to end and possibly bring me into a new area that was less difficult or annoying.

and then I beat the final boss.
Conker's journey came to an end. This ending was good. It doesn't fully redeem how annoyingly difficult things were prior, but it made me glad I beat it. I will never play this game again, but I appreciate it for what it is.