I first discovered the original Elex over this past holiday season when I was looking for an open world game to play. If Horizon Forbidden West is a beautifully staged ballet, Elex II is a mosh pit. But I want to be very clear – prospective players need to go into Elex II with their eyes wide open, fully informed that what they will find is something of a glorious shitshow, the video game equivalent of a bloody nose ring and a sticky barroom floor. Yes, there are a lot of new epics vying for your attention right now, but real talk: I’ve spent more time in Elex II than in Dying Light 2 and Horizon Forbidden West combined.
What I’m trying to say is that while I’m sure there will be many reviews less kind than my own, there is an audience for Elex II, and I count myself among their number. So how about it? Are you the sort of person that needs all of the smooth edges sanded off of your studio-produced pop punk, or are you in the mood for something flavored with whiskey and pills? This is a game that has players jetpacking into battle against gigantic marsh ogres with a tiny hammer and a crossbow. What’s that you say? You are hungry for an epic open world game, and there just haven’t been any released lately? (Don’t argue, I’m pretty sure that’s what you said.) Well, I’ve got a banger for you here, but we need to first make certain that you are among the select number of gamers that will appropriately appreciate Elex II for everything that it offers.īack in the day, when you heard that open world games like Two Worlds were “broken” and “unplayable”, did you take that as a personal challenge rather than a warning? Do you enjoy projects where scrappy development teams bite off far more than they can chew, and then somehow cobble together what can best be described as an “admirable effort”? Can you squint your eyes and peer through a gauze of jank to find the hidden core of treasure in a game that is lurpy at best and hysterically off-kilter at worst?Įlex is a punk rock game, doing what it wants with all the grace of clanging guitars and pounding drums echoing out from your neighbor’s garage on a summer night.
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