Before you snap off "masterpiece," let me explain this thread.
I have a friend who adores this game, but hasn't played it since it first came out. I have zero proof they even finished the damn thing. I digress.
While I agree that the premise of the game and most of its execution are great, I am in the camp that despises the camera and the Agro controls to the point of it being a dealbreaker. I know I missed out by not finishing. I get that the controls were supposed to feel like a real horse.
But here's the thing: when I'm literally dead if I don't get on the horse, and I press the button to get on the horse, and Wander jumps straight up like a shit-chucking ape, I don't care about how realistic the controls are supposed to be. That isn't realism. That's the game shitting the bed.
If you are of the camp that thinks this game is a divine gift--and maybe it is--please dictate the last time you played the game. And if you're on my side of this issue, let us grab a bat together and pulverize the frame rate, the camera angles, and the memory of that stupid, stupid horse.
I have a friend who adores this game, but hasn't played it since it first came out. I have zero proof they even finished the damn thing. I digress.
While I agree that the premise of the game and most of its execution are great, I am in the camp that despises the camera and the Agro controls to the point of it being a dealbreaker. I know I missed out by not finishing. I get that the controls were supposed to feel like a real horse.
But here's the thing: when I'm literally dead if I don't get on the horse, and I press the button to get on the horse, and Wander jumps straight up like a shit-chucking ape, I don't care about how realistic the controls are supposed to be. That isn't realism. That's the game shitting the bed.
If you are of the camp that thinks this game is a divine gift--and maybe it is--please dictate the last time you played the game. And if you're on my side of this issue, let us grab a bat together and pulverize the frame rate, the camera angles, and the memory of that stupid, stupid horse.