Bully for the PS2 is such an unbelievably bittersweet and arguably more impactful game to come back to in my older age from the time I was 12 and first got the game to play on the CRT. Going back to the streets of Bullworth Vale and Coventry on my Debian machine is like stepping back in time to a town that felt more like home than my own hometown, and a protagonist and antagonist both who I relate hard to for their own reasons. This game is crude and kind of mean spirited, but it's unironically got more soul to me than almost any Rockstar game that has come out afterwards. I hate that this is the only Rockstar game I like, but you just had to be there when it came out, and be 12 like I was to understand completely. It's a miracle we even got this game to begin with. If a sequel comes, I know Rockstar will fuck it up
