"In 1995, a game reached America, wrapped in an ad that mocked itself. This game stinks. It flopped. Fewer than 150,000 copies. The world laughed and moved on. But it was strange and tender. A game you won not by fighting, but by reaching out. It's maker was never a game designer, a copywriter, an outsider who cared how it felt, not how it scored. Decades later, the world that laughed calls it a masterpiece. The world put a price on it. The world was wrong."