There was even an option to romance certain characters—or multiple at once, if that was your thing.
I ignored that nonsense completely. I wasn't here for digital porn with pixel waifus. Besides, if I wanted that kind of stimulation, I had the real world. Or at least, better distractions.
The story itself? Bearable. Nothing revolutionary, but not a complete dumpster fire either.
You played as a slum-born boy who stumbled across a cursed artifact during a particularly brutal winter. It was a sword—ancient, worn, and soaked in malevolence. They called it Living Memory. Pretty edgy. I liked it.
The blade whispered things. Memories of its past wielders leaked into the boy's mind, pushing him to awaken.
With it, he gained strength—enough to crawl out of the mud and into the wider world. That classic "rags to reluctantly badass" arc.
From there, it was a journey through kingdoms and crumbling lands. The boy gathered allies in strange ways.
