There's something about Hatred that makes the right kind of people love it-and the wrong kind of people think it's some kind of personal manifesto. Let's set the record straight: this game is not for the Tumblr-tier true crime fangirls romanticizing serial killers in their hidden little forums. This is not your aesthetic. This is not your diary entry. Hatred is a game, not a personality test, and if you're playing it to feed some wannabe-dark, TCC-obsessed fantasy, log off and touch some grass.
But for the ones who actually get it-who see Hatred for what it is-this game delivers exactly what it promises. It doesn't hold back, it doesn't try to be likable, and it doesn't care about making you comfortable. It's the kind of game that doesn't need approval, doesn't chase validation, and doesn't beg to be understood. You either get it, or you don't. And that's why it works.
There's something refreshing about a game that doesn't pander. It's brutal, it's relentless, and it's real in a way that most games are too afraid to be. It doesn't dress up violence in layers of self-righteous storytelling-it lets it be what it is, raw and unapologetic. Some people can handle that. Some people can't.
So if you're here because you actually appreciate games that don't censor themselves, you're in the right place. If you're here because you think this game understands you in some edgy, misunderstood way-sweetheart, everyone sees right through that act. You're not deep. You're just predictable.
