best game EVER
// 5. Dec. 2023
My wife took the children and left
//10. November 2024
She came back to me. After everything, she actually came back. She said she missed me, that she wanted us to work, to fix things. God, I’d never felt so happy. We held each other, laughed like we hadn’t in ages. I could feel the life coming back into our home. She told me she needed me there, fully, no more late nights with the game, no more lost hours. I promised her I was done, that I’d give it up for good. And for a little while, I did.
But the pull of the game was still there, lingering. I don’t know why, but it was like I couldn’t stay away. I’d hear those truffles in my dreams, those endless levels waiting for me. So I told myself it would just be one night, just a few minutes, just one last level. But it didn’t stop at one night, or one level.
She saw what was happening. She could see me slipping back. The disappointment in her eyes cut deeper than anything. She didn’t yell. She didn’t argue. She just looked at me like she’d already made up her mind, and then, quietly, she packed her things and left. Again.
Now, it’s just me and Truffle Saga in this empty, quiet house. And it feels hollow. If you’re reading this, and there’s someone you love, hold them close. Don’t let something meaningless take them away. Some things aren’t worth losing, and some promises should never be broken.
Still 10/10
// February 13, 2025
I had sworn never to return. Never again the endless hours. Never again the promises I couldn’t keep. But today… today, everything made sense. I heard a knock at the door. Slow, hesitant, as if the person on the other side wasn’t sure they should even be here. My heart raced. Could it be…?
I opened the door, breath caught in my throat. But it wasn’t her. It was a package. No return address. Just my name, written in a shaky, familiar hand. With trembling fingers, I tore it open.
Inside was a single item: a Truffle Saga cartridge. An old, dust-covered, impossible-to-find physical edition. My hands shook as I turned it over. There was a note taped to the back.
"For you. I know you’ll understand." That was all. No signature. Nothing else. Just those words.
I should have thrown it away. Should have slammed the door, locked it, burned the damn thing. But instead, I just stood there, staring. And then, without thinking, I walked inside. Sat down. Booted it up. The title screen flickered to life. And in that moment, I knew—there was no escape.
Still 10/10.
// 08. November 2025
It’s funny how life keeps circling back to the absurd. After the package, after I let myself fall deep into the rabbit hole again, I thought I had hit bottom. The silence in the house became normal. The empty side of the bed stopped feeling cold. The truffles were my only company. Every level cleared was a tiny victory against the void.
But last night, something changed. I heard a noise outside, a soft scratching at the door. For a moment, I thought it was her. Maybe the universe was toying with me AGAIN. I opened it, and found… nothing. No person. Just a tiny box, neatly wrapped. No address. Just a symbol. The Truffle Saga emblem. A mushroom etched in black wax.
Inside: a key. Not a game key. A real key. Old brass, heavy. Tied to it, a note:
“Level 9999. Meet me.”
My heart pounded. Was this the end? The final stage? A treasure? A trap? All I know is that I’m going. For better or worse. For glory or ruin. Truffle Saga has demanded everything, and I’m ready to give it.
Still 10/10.
