Prey isn't just the finest immersive sim I've ever encountered—it’s something else entirely. A survival horror, yes. A Lovecraftian descent into the unknowable, certainly. But above all, it’s a game that confronts you with freedom: disorienting, radical freedom. Every decision, every corner turned or tool discovered, reverberates through a world that watches you, responds to you, changes because of you. And in that delicate interplay between agency and consequence, something remarkable happens—you disappear. Hours slip by like minutes. The self dissolves. You become part of the machine, or maybe the machine becomes part of you. Either way, you emerge different. Marked.
