Garfield Kart

best game ever. 1/10 stars, jon killed my family while drunk driving.

This game is really brutal compared to Mario Kart. There are limited tracks, lots of farming to unlock anything, but the worst part of all is the performance. Even on the lowest resolution possible I was getting immense frame drops.

The official White Boy Summer game. Only missing Kevin Spacey and the gang at the island map.

THIS GAME IS GENUINELY FUCKING BROKEN 2 CRASHES IN 20 MINUTES, NO PS5 CONTROLLER SUPPORT, NO KEYBINDS, ZERO VOICE LINES, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS ABOMINATION

Barbecue chicken alert! Barbecue chicken alert!

unironally better than recent 2k and fifa games

if testicular torsion was a video game. 10/10

This game changed my life.

i was gonna kill myself until i played this game. this game saved my life

orange cat from Garfield, what's-his-name

the only good thing about this is garfield. miserable to play

Sometimes i feel as if Odie is watching me...

Probably better than the new mario kart.

10/10 lasagna points

Garfield Kart 2 confirmed, Garfield token up 1 garfillion percent

this game killed DEI

nasty game

not elding ring

not elding ring

I just want to see my kids again

cool

garfeld haha

garr

Curse you John and your dumb dog

send help

lasaga.

[b]Rating: 10/10 – The best game I have ever played. Possibly the best thing humanity has ever created.[b] ➖🟧⬛➖⬛🟧 ➖🟧🟧🟧🟧🟧 🟧🟫🟫🟧🟫🟫🟧 🟧⬜⬛🟧⬛⬜🟧 🟧⬜⬛🟧⬛⬜🟧 🟧🟨🟨🟪🟨🟨🟧 ➖🟧🟨🟨🟨🟧 It’s difficult to know where to begin with Garfield Kart, because to describe it as a mere "game" feels reductive—like calling the Mona Lisa “a nice drawing” or referring to Beethoven’s Ninth as “a bit of a bop.” What we have here is not simply a racing title, but an unflinching, unapologetic exploration of desire, rivalry, and the spiritual consequences of competitive lasagna-based vehicular combat. From the moment I selected Garfield—his smug, knowing expression pixelated in perfect clarity—I knew I was in for something special. The controls are tight, responsive, and slightly broken in exactly the way life is broken: unpredictably beautiful. Drifting through cardboard-cutout environments with spaghetti realism, I realized something rare: I wasn’t just playing a game. I was living a truth too pure for the mainstream gaming industry. Let’s talk graphics. You could argue they’re outdated, but I disagree. What some call “primitive,” I call intentionally minimalistic. It’s a statement—a bold refusal to bend to the hyper-realistic, soulless textures of AAA conformity. When you see Odie’s car clip through a wall and explode, it’s not a bug. It’s a metaphor. Reality should break when Garfield is involved. The item system? Divine. Lasagna as a boost power-up isn't just clever—it’s poetic. The baguette missiles? Dadaist genius. Every pickup is an act of rebellion against the sanitized power-ups of lesser kart racers. Here, chaos reigns, and it's delicious. Narratively, the game chooses subtlety. There's no cutscene, no exposition, no hand-holding. But between the tire marks and lasagna stains, a story unfolds: Garfield versus the world. The eternal struggle of a cat who wants only peace, pasta, and to annihilate Nermal in broad daylight. Sound design? Transcendent. The music loops like a mantra, hypnotic and pure, a sacred chant echoing from the Church of St. Paws. The engine noises are raw and tactile, like someone aggressively stirring risotto next to a dirt bike. And replayability? Infinite. I have played over 600 hours. I dream in race tracks now. I instinctively try to drift around corners in real life. I got a speeding ticket last week and told the officer, “Sorry, I thought I was on Crazy Dunes.” He nodded in understanding. He, too, had played Garfield Kart. In a world of broken promises, microtransactions, and soulless live-service titles, Garfield Kart asks nothing of you but belief. And in return, it gives you everything.

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