In the darkest moments of my life, when hope felt like a distant memory and loneliness crept in like an unshakable shadow, I found salvation in the unlikeliest of places—a short-lived battle royale game called Radical Heights.
Back in 2018, when the world felt like it was moving forward without me, I stumbled upon Radical Heights. It wasn’t just another game; it was an escape, a neon-soaked world of BMX bikes, over-the-top 80s aesthetics, and a chaotic, game-show-inspired battle for survival. It was different, and at a time when everything in my life felt monotonous and uninspired, different was exactly what I needed.
The moment I dropped into my first match, something clicked. The quirky announcer, the rush of looting buildings filled with cash, the thrill of last-minute shootouts—it all felt alive. And for the first time in a long while, so did I. The game wasn’t perfect, but that was part of its charm. It was scrappy, rough around the edges, but bursting with personality—just like me, I suppose.
And then, just as quickly as it arrived, it was gone. The servers shut down. The game, abandoned in the wake of its developer’s struggles, faded into memory. But what it gave me—the friendships, the joy, the proof that even in the bleakest moments, a spark of happiness could be found—that never left me.
That’s why Radical Heights deserves another chance. Not just because it was a unique battle royale, but because it was more than a game. Bring back those Radical Heights