I Love That In Night In The Woods, You Don't Have A Choice But To Stick In Your Foot In Your Mouth. Yes,

I love that in Night in the Woods, you don't have a choice but to stick in your foot in your mouth. Yes, you have dialogue options, but it really boils down to "how do you want to fuck this up." We see it really clearly in Bea's storyline at the party when she's flirting with the guy and Mae's only dialogue options are blatant unintentional sabotage of Bea's attempts. It really emphasizes who Mae is as a character through the story, unable to control her thought-to-mouth impulses and chronically unable to read a room. You don't get to be a good friend, you have to experience her struggle and embarrassment and anxiety and regret. It makes the acceptance of her friends all the more touching, and it makes Bea's line about friends-by-proximity all the more heartbreaking.

I just fucking love Night in the Woods, man.