![]() There are five characters, who you play in sequence, each with their own story to unravel and specific problems to solve: a bounty hunter whose husband has been kidnapped by a powerful fleshing-eating entity a hogman hungry for revenge after their horrific transformation a young Anishinaabe hunter defending his home from the spirit of greed a werewolf and finally, a witch. The story of Weird West works as an anthology. Weird West also comes in a slightly more condensed package - the world feels far smaller and less cohesive than many big RPGs, instead being split up into smaller locations that you travel between on a map. Think of Larian Studios’ recent Divinity games, where you can pick up almost every object in the world, set elements ablaze (in real time), and sneak around and pickpocket people. While Weird West comes with plenty of systems and simulations, at its heart this is a familiar computer RPG rather than some spectacular new translation of the immersive sim. There’s “frontier justice” and duels at high noon - but there’s also witches, werewolves and vampires. Like Dishonored, Weird West is a real genre-bender, mixing the open wilderness and gunslinging Western with horror and fantasy. ![]() ![]() In other words, systemic chaos is to be expected. This is the first game from the newly founded WolfEye Studios, whose co-founder, Raphaël Colantonio, worked as a creative director on Dishonored, Prey, and more at Arkane Studios. Like Disco Elysium’s fatal tie incident, except with physics and chemistry and propagating fire. I hear a few loud squawks and see a fatal burst of feathers as I stand in the middle of the chaos, being slowly licked to death by the flames of my own stupidity.Īh, this is one of those games, I think. The bottle of whiskey on the table ignites and the wooden chairs shatter, while fire crawls up the curtains and through the window, catching the chicken coop just outside. ![]() It shatters, spreading fire across the little wood cabin. ![]() I pick it up, hoping to shed some light on the situation, but I miss-click, and suddenly my avatar hurls the lamp against the wall. Resting next to me on the bedside table is an old oil lamp. I wake from my bed in the middle of the night, startled by noises outside. ![]()
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