As we all know, the greatest indictment of a horror game is not being particularly scary
, especially if it compensates by trying to put me off my fucking dinner.
It's dirty, but it's a jukebox. It's a jukebox, but it's dirty. It's covered in cigarette stains and old ketchup. Moldy rotten withered old anchovies are stuck to the record, but it somehow managed to spin anyway.
— The description of the jukebox at the Dur T cafe, Mother 3