Bennett Foddy, I’ll never get over this

So I get a lot of feelings–on a normal basis probably less so on anger. But there are limits we test, and one of them is rage, in particular rage inducing games. Hence why choose a classic: Getting Over it with Bennett Foddy, rage game of the century.

It starts you with a pot, and then a man in that pot. You are armed with a sledgehammer–for who knows why–to navigate this strange mountainous terrain. At first it’s easy, but of course that is the first mistake. No longer is it easy peasy lemon squeezy, but it's just straight up pain. Perhaps I’m a masochist so I press on.

There is a section in the game famously known as the “devil’s anus” where your man in a pot uselessly swings around in a narrow space and Bennett Foddy voices with his anger-inducing calm voice that “it’s all part of the journey.” This point you no longer appreciate the random yeehaw music in the game, there is simply murder.

If one gets beyond the “devil’s anus,” the game gets strangely, and slightly upsettingly, easier. There is ground, sweet-ever loving ground, before it continues to a collage of objects. This is where trust in one’s own judgment diminishes. Questionable object perceptions? Yes. Unknown ground? Absolutely. And before you ask why, you’re on the ground again.

Would I play this again? Finish the whole game perhaps? My deep sighs answer for me, but somehow I still find myself thinking of that man in the pot and his throaty grunts. And before I know it, I’m back on.

To put it at a personal level, I would play this game when I need to channel my inner demons. It helps me feel things, like when happy stories make you feel fluffy inside; but happiness isn’t an option here. Maybe I just prefer pain over a simple happy ending and that’s absolutely fine with me.