Same goes for the wonderful hand-feel of a well-landed combo that sprays fire, lightning and chains everywhere in a shower of joyous ultra-violence, versus the stilted annoyance of an ever-so-slightly mis-timed dodge that results in three near-lethal thumps from whichever big lad you were trying to run past on your long trek back to your sixth grim attempt at a thoughtlessly-checkpointed boss. Same goes for the gorgeously gloomy and artistically ambitious environments which house bosses, versus the almost noughties MMO-ish cyclic blandness of the general combat areas. I find it hard to equate the merry old time I had pummelling rotting angels in wide-open wastelands with getting repeatedly ganked by swarms of bugs down in the claustrophobic subway section.

One moment demonic fantasy, third-person hack'n'slash action game Darksiders III is a From-style, purgatorial survival-ramble of precision dodging (but in far less canny levels), the next it's wanton, joyfully overpowered carnage. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, and sometimes Ian Loredump shows up uninvited and ruins everything. 'Nah, man, just like, have a good time all the time.' Susan and Kevin are both dear friends of mine, but boy, oh boy do they not get on.ĭarksiders III often plays like a valiant attempt to create a truce between the two of them. Kevin Diablo rolls his bleary eyes and leans back in his chair. 'Practice and penance!' snarls Susan Dark Souls, slamming a gnarled first into the table.

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