Dredge

it is a very well thought out game. the fishing mechanics is very unique and engaging. Along with mangaing your inventory, you have to decide to spend space on upgrades or just wing it and use for loot(i.e., mainly fish). the story is fairly intriguing as far i got with it, but am going to return and finish the story when i have time.

Fishing games are classic staples--often a highlight worthy mini-game within other games. Dredge expands upon it by giving you 3D control of a little boat that you can upgrade to catch more fish as you progress in a short, but rewarding and well-paced journey. Couple all of that with its beautiful art style and horror-inspired self-explored narrative, and you're sure to enjoy more than mere fishing. It's short but worth your time. It's cheap especially during sales. It's relaxing but not boring.

Didn’t see the first shark for about half an hour – a tiger – thirteen footer. You know how you know that when you’re in the water, Chief? You tell by lookin’ from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn’t know was our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn’t even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin’. So we formed ourselves into tight groups…the idea was, the shark comes to the nearest man and he starts poundin’ and hollerin’ and screamin’. Sometimes the shark go away. Sometimes he wouldn’t go away. Sometimes that shark, he looks right into ya, right into your eyes. Y’know, the thing about a shark, he’s got lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll’s eyes. When he comes after ya, he doesn’t seem to be livin’ until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white, and then – aww, then you hear that terrible high-pitch screamin’, the ocean turns red, and in spite of all the poundin’ and the hollerin’, they all come in and rip ya to pieces…in that first dawn, we lost a hundred men. I don’t know how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I don’t know how many men. They averaged six an hour…Noon the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us. He swung in low and he saw us…and he come in low and three hours later, a big fat PBY [seaplane] comes down and start to pick us up. You know, that was the time I was most frightened – waitin’ for my turn. I’ll never put on a life jacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water, three hundred and sixteen men come out, and the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.