Not bad for an indie game.

Pacman reimagined as a rogue-lite Castlevania-themed bullet-hell where the bullets are the monsters.

If you can translate that, can you explain it to me?

Risk of Rain 2 is my favorite 3rd person rogue-like - a beautiful combination of the terrifying scale of Earth Defense Force, the crazy synergies of Binding of Issac and the bitter hopelessness of Gears of War 3's Horde Mode. Just amazing.

I have no idea what I'm doing - it's like trying to read the instructions to Dungeons and Dragons while playing Magic The Gathering and Plants Vs Zombies as a way of flying an aeroplane.

If I had to be half-drowned on an aquatic planet somewhere deep in the universe, I want the experience to be just like this game. Only with a lot less dying on my part.

An old farmer had a wife who nagged him non-stop. From morning until night, she was always complaining and nagging about something.

The only time he got any relief was when he was out plowing with his old mule so he made sure he tried to plow as much as possible.

One day, he was out plowing when his wife brought him his lunch out to the field.

He drove the mule into the shade, sat down on a tree stump, and began to eat his lunch.

His wife then began nagging him again. Nag, nag, nag, it just went on and on.

Then suddenly, the mule lashed out with both back legs. He caught her smack in the back of the head killing her straight away.

At the funeral a few days later, the minister noticed something strange.

Whenever a woman mourner went to talk to the old farmer, he’d listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement.

But when a male mourner talked to him, he’d listen for a minute, then shake his head.

This was so consistent, the minister decided to ask the old farmer about it.

So after the funeral, he spoke to the farmer, and asked him why he nodded his head and agreed with the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with all the men.

The old farmer said: “Well, the women would come up and say something about how nice my wife looked, or how pretty her dress was, so I’d nod my head in agreement.”

“And what about the men?” the minister asked.

“They all wanted to know if the mule was for sale.”