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This isn't a game. No rating. Also, I played it listening to a very minor-key Pandora station, which fit perfectly, but made me mist up.
I was all 'eh' at first, but once I got to the slab, which I didn't recognize, I felt spooked. Once I examined the pile of shoes, which I did recognize, I got it.
This isn't a game. What it is is well-written enough to make me sad. That's effective, and the only thing to make it more effective would be to drop all the people's names from it. I know that's somewhat contra-memorialization, but this isn't a memorial to any person. This is a little plaque-marker of confusion and bewilderment and things that went wrong.