Saturday, February 21, 2015
Just finished The Order: 1886.
It is a benefit, I often find, to go into a game with lowered expectations. I expected The Order's cutscenes to feel endless - they didn't. They were entertaining, and I love the game's world and characters. I expected the gunplay to feel stilted and uncomfortable - it wasn't. It's Gears of War: Steampunk, complete with the roadie run. I expected its short length to feel like robbery, when I paid eighty bucks for it.
It doesn't feel that way. Chamberlain will, no doubt, take issue with the game's boss-fights-as-quicktime events, but I do not. I still remember fighting Liquid Ocelot on top of Outer Haven and how fucking awesome that was, when every particle of a game's energy was pointed at making this confrontation as beautiful and cinematically epic as possible.
I'll get in to a nice, detailed review after I've put some time into the game on hard mode, but yeah.
I have very little ill to say of The Order: 1886.