Disco Elysium - Sorry-not-Sorry(-Cop)
Available on: PC (reviewed); coming soon to PS4 and xBox One
**Warning. Late-game spoilers.**
I can talk my way out of this. I can save everyone. I'm not drunk.
The mercenaries are all armed, armoured and angry. The Hardy boys are cornered - and that makes them dangerous. But I have knowledge on my side.
I stand between the factions with Lieutenant Kim, as ever, by my side. Time to tell my story. I've been a mess, a monster, a sorry cop and a "regular" cop. I'm pretty sure I'm a moralist and a communist (somehow). Manly, though, I'm a good detective.
The Mercs listen to me but keep their guns trained on us. I hold my nerve. The time finally comes to convince everyone that there is a peaceful solution. With all that I've done, there's an 83% chance that this will work.
The dice roll.
Crack. Failure. There's no way out now. The bullets will fly. With our clunky old police-issue revolvers, Kim and I don't stand a chance. We're in serious trouble here.
And then I clock the jar in my off-hand. A jar of blue bottling spirits with a HORRIBLE tie shoved inside. Why had I made this? What had possessed me to pickle my necktie? Here goes nothing...
I lob the makeshift molotov. The next few seconds are a blur. I do some badass dodging, Kim takes out the sniper merc. I get shot. I'm down. I'm out.
I keep fighting. I stay lucid just long enough to feel Kim reach down to me. He is trying to help. There are tears - probably mine. There is pain. My vision fades and as it does I glimpse a figure step behind Kim - the final merc. My gun, two bullets in it's barrel, is still in my hand. My final action is to present it to Kim. I NEED to save him. The odds shouldnt be in my favour. Except...
+1: Kim trusts you.
...
+2: Kim REALLY trusts you.
And there I sit, the real me. Staring at the numbers. Tears welling up my eyes. After all the mad things I've done, after all the mistakes I've made. But Kim trusts me. Trusts Harry. Kim has backed me up time and again and here we are. Things are bad, but Kim knows I tried my best. Kim REALLY trusts me.
The last thing I'm aware of is Kim taking my gun and, instinctively, shouting the merc behind him. He knew what I meant. Kim is okay. Kim is okay and now I can die.
Things didn't end there. There were loose ends to tie off. That was, however, the defining moment of Disco Elysium for me. An emotional crescendo. I wasn't expecting that when I first stumbled out of my wrecked room in the Whirling-in-Rags. The game starts bleak but it balances out the darkness with humour. The phenomenal writing allows you to easily lean into role. And that role could be very different from player to player.
What a game. 👍👍👍👍👍👍











