I made it to act two in this one before uninstalling it.
Bad first impression when I couldn’t even make it through the character creation process without becoming extremely annoyed because there was a random drift on the left controller stick. Only way to stop it was to plug the controller in to the ps5 via USB. So, to even play the game, I had to get off the couch and sit in front of the tv like I was in a kindergarten class.
The game really forces you into being some kind of retard. This isn’t as big of a problem when you’re playing a retard written by someone else, but in this game you’ve created a character and you may not have known that you were supposed to tank the intelligence stat. The game opens and I’m supposed to do a sketchy job for a sketchy guy in a sketchy bar so that I can pay off the debt of this bartender I just met. No thank you! Oh wait, the game is unable to progress unless I agree to this horseshit?
Fiiiine, so I walk out the back door and an even sketchier guy pulls up with a goon and beckons me to get into the car with him. No thank you, I’ll walk! I wait for a few minutes and the goon continues to stare at me. I turn around and return to the bar. I walk around and take in all the details for about ten minutes. Surely that creep and his orc have left by now. I return and they haven’t moved a muscle. Am I being railroaded into a rape? Who wrote this?
The entire prologue is like this, requiring you to make nonsense decisions so that you can be railroaded into improbable situations. Why are we doing this stupid heist? I made $100,000 in less than a week, paid off my medical debt and bought all the most expensive implants available while just running around blowing up gangsters and selling their stuff.
At the end of the heist, your big Spanish friend is dead (que triste) so you walk into the world’s creepiest motel. Why don’t you go wash your face while the scary Slavic goon stands menacingly beside the doorway? No thanks, I’m leaving actually. Oh, I can’t leave. Okay, I’ll pull out one of the 50 guns that I looted when I was laying waste to the corporate security forces with my metal hands that can light people on fire… Oh… I’m not allowed. I’m being railroaded into a retard’s death when there were a million other, much less insulting opportunities to kill me? Whyyyyy?
Then you have all this melodrama about the Keanu brain tumor and 10 minutes later it’s a silly wacky quest with an AI taxi and his multiple personalities complete with a """hilarious""" callback to the videogame Portal. I really think you need to decide on a tone and stick with it because, for me at least, I get completely divorced from the experience when the game has these frequent, giant tonal shifts.
The final straw for me was after doing a stupid job for a guy I happened upon in a bar. I’m pissed that he even came up with this plan. He asks me, a random person who was bunny hopping around a bar and staring at people, to go rescue a guy in hostile territory. But he is extremely vague about everything, so vague that no one on earth would be able to feasibly complete the job at all. Then he tries to give me a sword as a reward after implying that the reward would be a car.
I pull out my gun as any sensible person would do, but it won’t let me shoot him. WHY!? Okay, but I have 30 frag grenades in my quick slot. You fucked up now quest guy! I throw all 30 of them and watch these two dinguses flinch slightly after each explosion crushes all of their tissues and sends red hot shards careening into their vital organs. They survive the ordeal and don’t even acknowledge what just happened. I close the game and uninstall it.
