Stream of (Sunset Overdrive) Consciousness
I have played a lot of Sunset Overdrive in the past few days. I have said, and stand by saying, that this game is worth everything I paid for an Xbox One because it’s like being able to play around inside my own head - i.e. a gaudy, kind of tasteless, neon lit, awesome wasteland full of loud music and lurking monsters. As such I decided to do a rough stream-of-conciousness review of it. Be warned that this is also very self indulgent. I am capable of looking outwards, I promise.
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This character creator has my hair! I lovethis game! No game has ever had my hair before!
… Man, my hair is so stupid.
Alright, we’re on a train - oh wow, no preamble here, run away run away… crikey, these mutants are generic looking OH MY GOD I can jump like a goddamn flea on speed! When do I get to grind along the edge of things, let me do that now. Oh, very prompt, thank you. Wheeeeeeee! Taste my rail-dust, monsters that look like mac and cheese. Hmm, a penis-shaped shotgun that explodes things. And to think this game had been so subtle so far!
This city is really pretty in an eye-watering way ooh signposting things in the environment with the environment itself, very cool. Very meta. I bet it’s going to do a lot of stuff like that. Meta meta meta. Cool cool cool.
Okay, so the set up is that this energy drink is screwing everyone up then. Man, who pounds energy drinks at a corporate-event concert like they’re having a good time? Is this a metaphor for ecstasy? Don’t take E, kids, you’ll become an unrecognisable monster. And energy drinks. Don’t drink them, either. Whoops, cut scene over.
Defend the base? I don’t want to defend the base! You defend the base! In every game I’ve ever played how come I’m the only one who is halfway competent? Oh, because then it wouldn’t be a game, I guess. Ahaha these preppy kids are just like everyone I was at University with, fetch-quest your own bottled water you butt, and how come I was never invited to your parties – too late, this woman will sell me a feather-boa to wear, I’m all about her now, oh my god what is this monstrosity made of a giant pile of rubbish trying to eat me? Oh, standard trash-mob generator, I see. So we will get escalating types of mutants to fight and – wait robots? Where did the robots come from? What is going on here?! Oh man I died.
Wait, no I didn’t. Did I just step out of the phone booth from Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure? Because if so then that is the best thing that has happened to me ever. Doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter; work on filling up your style meter again because that will activate the lovely upgrades and make this gun that fires records fire electrified records. Tee hee, the noise it makes when you bounce on something is funny. Boing. Boing. Boinggggggg. Oh okay, this phone booth lets me play online with other people. Anarchy. This is why we need government.
Okay I need to stop now. This is too much. Ratchet & Clank. Saints Row. Borderlands. Some kind of weird flavour that tastes a bit like Crazy Taxi. Bright colours. Loud music. Explosions. Pop culture. General seediness. I’m getting over-stimulated. This gun fires exploding teddy bears. I need an adult. I need an adult!