Escape from Tarkov is not a game. It is a cosmic punishment sent by indifferent gods to remind humanity of its insignificance. Booting it up is like willingly inserting your face into a malfunctioning wood chipper. Nothing makes sense. Hit registration behaves completely random.The sound doesn't work, everyone moves absolutely silently. Bosses and Scavs walk through doors like they don't exist. Players are plunged into despair the moment another server error occurs. Every raid is a dissertation in disappointment, a Shakespearean tragedy written by drunken raccoons on fire. You don't play Escape from Tarkov you endure it, you endure until madness becomes your only friend. Updates break more than they fix, a perpetual motion machine of failure. Servers are on fire. The flashlights are so bright that you can go blind. Queue times feel longer than the lifespan of stars> And the reward for surviving? More loot for Hideout and quests so you can suffer again. again. and again. This game has personally lowered my IQ. My dreams are millions ruble stash now. MY hands tremble when I hear the sounds of bushes. If Dante had Known about Escape from Tarkov, there would have been a Tenth Circle of Hell and This would be the only thing playing. This game is addictive, i can resist the urge to play.... Guys, think twice before you install this festering, soul-devouring,sadness-engine ever again. Escape from Tarkov isn't a extraction game. Its a warning. A cursed artifact. It is a scream into the void and the void screams back.

Escape from Tarkov is not a game. It is a cosmic punishment sent by indifferent gods to remind humanity of its insignificance. Booting it up is like willingly inserting your face into a malfunctioning wood chipper. Nothing makes sense. Hit registration behaves completely random.The sound doesn't work, everyone moves absolutely silently. Bosses and Scavs walk through doors like they don't exist. Players are plunged into despair the moment another server error occurs. Every raid is a dissertation in disappointment, a Shakespearean tragedy written by drunken raccoons on fire. You don't play Escape from Tarkov you endure it, you endure until madness becomes your only friend. Updates break more than they fix, a perpetual motion machine of failure. Servers are on fire. The flashlights are so bright that you can go blind. Queue times feel longer than the lifespan of stars> And the reward for surviving? More loot for Hideout and quests so you can suffer again. again. and again. This game has personally lowered my IQ. My dreams are millions ruble stash now. MY hands tremble when I hear the sounds of bushes. If Dante had Known about Escape from Tarkov, there would have been a Tenth Circle of Hell and This would be the only thing playing. This game is addictive, i can resist the urge to play.... Guys, think twice before you install this festering, soul-devouring,sadness-engine ever again. Escape from Tarkov isn't a extraction game. Its a warning. A cursed artifact. It is a scream into the void and the void screams back.