A Red Square Chubber's Pursuit of an Occasional Bandage and a Babe
As you play the difficulty increases in such a way that coincides with your growing meat jerking skills. Essentially, as your slowly master Meatboy's mechanics, the levels likewise become more and more like pixelated bits of hell designed to raise your blood-pressure. While in other games where watching your character die on screen often makes you want to shatter your game controller into a billion little pieces, in Super Meatboy there's such a tacky humor to the sight of watching Meatboy plummet into goo, get chopped into groundbeef by blades, plop into a hill of salt and dissolve, burned to a crisp BBQ style by fire, or just shoot off the screen into the nowhere zone only to return freshly raw once again at the starting line. More than not, a sudden failure just inches from your destination results in a harmless chuckle instead of another trip to Gamestop for a new controller.
So this makes the game sexy. Sexy learning curve, sexy game design, sexy humor. The soundtrack adds a nice hard touch to your already horny self. Showing off the game to a friend who's not so much into video games doesn't make you feel like a total nerd, and they even may enjoy a go at it.
The game may be short but your Johnson is long. Show your confidence!