Phew, finally played a video game.

My only credential at video game bravado is beating my younger brother at Mario. This at a time when 90's didn't feel as embarrassing, and bad haircuts went unnoticed. 

I found myself steering slowly towards everything that wasn't video games or game boys or play stations or even computer or mobile games.

So it came as a surprise when I let myself get talked into playing an adventure game on PlayStation. 

A game called Brothers: a tale of two sons.

The story goes that a widower with two sons is grievously ill, and needs a drink from the tree of life, and it's up to his two sons to fetch him some. 

These brothers leave on a quest and reach their destination by solving various puzzles, and travel through a beautiful landscape full of trolls, Giants, invisible frost monsters, gigantic spiders and whimsical orcas.

The game play was astounding, and the puzzles were really puzzling sometimes, and the road was fraught with perils. The brothers were meant to interact, help each other solve puzzles, deflect dangers and be a part of each other. 

Being a Swedish game by Starbreeze studio, it had a dark vibe to it, which kept getting darker every time a quest was finished.

Rivers running red with dead Giants. Hacking corpses to make way, rescuing wounded Griffins and when the brothers were finally triumphant and near the end..one brother died (gasp). 

I could have flung my controller in despair—I mean, that was my brother, but it only got worse after that, because the living brother had to dig a grave and bury his dead sibling, sobbing and sniffing all the while. 

I mean how fucked up is that? I literally had to pull a dead body into a grave and cover it with earth.

Other than that, what a fab game. Beautiful colours, music, situations and puzzles. I finished it in three days, and maybe now I'll try my hand at more games.