The scene in Silent Hill 2 where you’re in a room with Angela and it’s basically a construct of the sexual trauma she endured from her brother and father.

When I first played SH2, I kinda innocently didn’t realize all the huge implications in front of your face.

The boss character (aptly named “Abstract Daddy”) is quite literally designed to look like a huge hulking man, on a bed, underneath bed sheets, doing…something.

The worst was realizing that the fleshy pistons pumping in and out in the room were meant to be seen as “foreign objects” entering…Nah, I’ll stop there.

I loved how Hotline Miami really rubbed your nose in it.

It’s all a murder party until everyone’s dead, then you’re forced to walk back to the start to exit. The music goes dead and you have to walk past everybody you’ve brutally killed.

That was some spine chilling stuff