That neon dancefloor of murder had it coming, much as I loved it. There are many ways one could take a knife to Hotline Miami, that bastion of mainstream-friendly indie cool, but Pippin Barr’s superbly-named crowd-bothering game Jostle Bastard plays it wry rather than sneering.
You’re a bastard. You jostle people. Your jostling makes them mad, as one might expect. I’ve been jostled, man. I’ve been there. I know the horror of it. Now I am become jostler, jostler of worlds. Can I jostle everyone before the cops come for me? Can I jostle efficiently enough to get the top bastard rating? Will I get revenge-jostled if I jostle too hard, too often? Jostle!
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