I recommend visiting the weird pale skinned curly blonde girl in the rig’s infirmary, only to discover that it was not real, nothing is real, everything is a lie, even your identity. defcuk!?

I recommend playing this game after smashing a greasy garage pie and surviving the questionable wors-kots from the previous night’s catastrophic life decisions.

I surprisingly recommend this dwarf mining autoshooter where there’s a surprise lager waiting for you after every shift.

I recommend Stockholm syndrome with loot drops.

Well, it's all about inventory Tetris, dreaded timing mechanics, and being power-walked to death by a very determined coat rack!

A large thing with big guns, zero boundaries, and a The Crow cosplay begins following you. He does not explain himself. He just shows up; like a DM you ignored that escalated into urban chaos.

There’s no window, no radar, only an invisible graph, bad intuition, and the growing certainty that your hull is about to experience rapid, enthusiastic failure.

Weapons the size of a Toyota Hilux with the temperament of a Pretoria farm boytjie in tight pants, K-Way Jacket, and vellies, speeding away from a traffic light.

The boat feels like it was designed by the oke who 3D-printed a submarine and described ominous popping noises as “seasoning.”