"Shoot the mans until they die." This has been the premise of multiplayer arena shooter games since the dawn of time. You would think that by 2018 people would stop releasing them built on netcode that is incapable of correctly detecting that you have shot the man, or that they should very much be dead.

While this game attempts to display damage numbers, and his has very audible thunking noises to indicate to you that you have, in fact, shot the mans. These are lies. The game in no way has actually registered that you have dealt damage to your opponent. They will kill you and they will have full health after having done so. You will know this because the game tells you.

This game so utterly fails to deliver on the idea of what any video game about shooting each other in any way has ever sought to be, that it is a blight on the name of shooters everywhere. It additionally locks heaps and pounds of soylent content behind microtransactory paywalls. Yet more content is locked behind a random drops system that doesn't even have the decency to gussy up its loot boxes by not calling them loot boxes. This game seeks to eat your time *and* your money.

It has a cacophany of tasteless champion figures, including a super powered heroin addict. It's absolutely draping itself in 90's heavy metal edgelord signalling. It's trying so hard to say that it's defying "the man" with its cantankerous dubstep soundtrack and satanic imagery, but in the middle of it all, is a very stately red button that reads "Loot boxes". It's like a polite but forthright English gentleman in a full suit attempting to sell me souvenirs at a less pleasant Burning Man festival where they are burning actual men.

Which would be a sight to see, but all the men to be burned are transplanar entities and not actually combustible.

I award it points for being visually beautiful, but that is not entirely what a video game is. That is what your local art galleries are for. Take your money to one of those and commission an artist to lovingly render you a satan. I am available for these inquiries myself. I will draw you a satan for five dollars, and it will surely fulfill you more than this game's atrocious netcode ever could.

"Shoot the mans until they die." This has been the premise of multiplayer arena shooter games since the dawn of time. You would think that by 2018 people would stop releasing them built on netcode that is incapable of correctly detecting that you have shot the man, or that they should very much be dead. While this game attempts to display damage numbers, and his has very audible thunking noises to indicate to you that you have, in fact, shot the mans. These are lies. The game in no way has actually registered that you have dealt damage to your opponent. They will kill you and they will have full health after having done so. You will know this because the game tells you. This game so utterly fails to deliver on the idea of what any video game about shooting each other in any way has ever sought to be, that it is a blight on the name of shooters everywhere. It additionally locks heaps and pounds of soylent content behind microtransactory paywalls. Yet more content is locked behind a random drops system that doesn't even have the decency to gussy up its loot boxes by not calling them loot boxes. This game seeks to eat your time *and* your money. It has a cacophany of tasteless champion figures, including a super powered heroin addict. It's absolutely draping itself in 90's heavy metal edgelord signalling. It's trying so hard to say that it's defying "the man" with its cantankerous dubstep soundtrack and satanic imagery, but in the middle of it all, is a very stately red button that reads "Loot boxes". It's like a polite but forthright English gentleman in a full suit attempting to sell me souvenirs at a less pleasant Burning Man festival where they are burning actual men. Which would be a sight to see, but all the men to be burned are transplanar entities and not actually combustible. I award it points for being visually beautiful, but that is not entirely what a video game is. That is what your local art galleries are for. Take your money to one of those and commission an artist to lovingly render you a satan. I am available for these inquiries myself. I will draw you a satan for five dollars, and it will surely fulfill you more than this game's atrocious netcode ever could.