Wicked Game Life is such a wicked game played with no rules, no boundaries and no way out. You’re tossed back and forth like a washing machine on a heavy cycle, mixed with bleach. With each slush slushy spin you try another maneuver to get your footing, even the slightest grip, but each time it over powers you, cutting, ripping and slashing at your flesh. The cuts and scrapes of every day life and the wounds soaked with bleach and blood making almost an acid effect. All the while your wondering when it will slow down and give you control, but that’s where the game gets going, that’s where it tricks you, deceives you and keeps you thinking and on your guard. Jessica