Definitely worth a seat at the gaming table.
Lessons were learnt and learnt well. The looming Darkness has not consumed Bungie at this point in time. Quite the contrary. Destiny 2 is the glorious self-rez fans have been praying for. Stop orbiting it and dive in, today.
Both structured and full of open player-agency and emergent activity. It's a game whose game-world is designed for you to love and adore, to become intimate and at one with; to be equally terrified of.
One of the year's better action games and well worth some time in its scorching sun.
Another great Holiday release to add to your (likely) growing pile.
Absolutely worth your investment.
Absolutely recommended.
And like Trials and RedLynx, for that last joke, sorry not sorry.
Or something.
Multiplayer and co-op add value, but the true <i>goo</i> here is in the game's ever-enjoyable single-player campaign that will keep you checking, checking and checking again under that bed, for that hidden ghost, or that hidden treasure.
Literal moves you performed as War in the original game are transferred to perfection here -- Darksiders Genesis is simply <b>Honey I Shrunk the Horseman</b>, but that's okay.
You won’t be disappointed in any way shape or form with this as a complete product.
For now, this is the best Cloud gaming experience money can buy.
Still, the aforementioned optimism saw Sneaky Bastards pushing forward, culminating in a successful <b>Kickstarter</b> campaign, eventually landing a publisher in <b>Humble Games</b> and finally getting Wildfire into the hands of the witchtastic punter.
The reasons for that are two-fold: it was the most up-to-date version of the game I ploughed through, and two: it represents Unknown Worlds' reinvigorated trust in its own console development chops, which was <i>choppy</i> at best in the first sink or swim release back in 2016.
In setting expectation for the journey ahead, pulling teeth and using them as weapons in a brain wholly fixated on dental fears is about as clear an indication as you need.
And it honestly doesn't take the game long to deliver on that hinted at promise.
Oh, and your 13-year-old 80s mullet is the thing dreams are made of.
See, simple.
It's a place where you can help a fellow in need, or bury him deep beneath snakes -- the choice is yours.