It's the kind of game where a single line of dialog can change your whole perception of a character's motivations. It provides an examination of a section of American life and culture often ignored and lets you live in its spaces, memorize its streets, and get to know every single one of its people.
And that's what makes Night in the Woods special, like the ways that the best parts of the Persona games are special. Either way, your friends will be there to back you up, to help you and grow with you, through both good and trying times. In between band practice with your friends and shopping at the husk of your local mall, you'll investigate these mysterious shenanigans, looking for clues that could bring to light one of your town's darkest secrets. Your reasons for leaving college and your own dark past come back to haunt you in chilling ways. Your dreams are becoming more vivid, more… disturbing. You poke at it with a stick until your police officer aunt shoos you away. On your first day back in town, you spot a severed arm lying on the pavement next to the local diner. Of course, there's something much more sinister lurking under the surface of this sincere examination of working class angst. You two have a complicated history together, and I don't want to get to far into it for fear of spoiling it, but their arc is one of the most honest and real friendships I've seen in a video game. Or, you could spend time with Bea, your goth friend who has a lit cigarette permanently affixed to her lower lip. But you also learn that he's been working really hard to find a way out - just like you had before you came crashing back into town - and for the first time, you're not the center of his universe any more. You bust up fluorescent lights in a parking lot or steal an old battery out of an abandoned car with a tree growing out of it to repair an old animatronic grocery store mascot. He acts without a care in the world, bailing on his job at the Snack Falcon on a whim just for a chance to hang out with you again.
To quote Mae's journal, "Gregg rulz, ok?" You guys have been through thick and thin together for years.
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