The only game I’ve ever played with an automatic screen burn-in prevention system, so credit for that alone. Very much a Lucas Arts™Game™, both to its detriment and advantage. In a game so concerned with atmospheric establishment, perhaps its most interesting facet is the score’s fluctuations between creeping film noir sounds and original rippers by a group called The Gone Jackals, who sound like a paper-thin Rollins Band ripoff. Roy Conrad’s VA work carries the game on Ben Throttle’s wide shoulders, because, shit, something’s gotta be remotely compelling about these characters in this breadcrumbed setting. You can find Scrappy-Crew-Bands-Together-and-Fights-Evil-CEO in many other, better places. Funny enough to be solid, I guess.

Can't say much that's truly insightful about this experience -- a fun itch-scratch that ultimately requires your real world money for success and unlocking the game's full offerings and capacity. I've no interest in dropping more than a month's worth of a subscription to an MMO on a shitty pack of shitty gold bars. Another link in the insidious chain, but with earnest art and approachable mechanics for folks not typically used to card games. It truly just "is what it is," we've lived with this vampiricism for so long now. I'm fucking tired. Anyone know where to find a copy of the dark phoenix omnibus that isn't $150? The local shops have been fruitless.
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