Sairento VR is weird in a good way.
The guns feel almost pointless.
Why the hell would you need a gun when you can move faster than a bullet and carry a sword?
Of course guns are pointless. They're just weighing you down man.
Good fun dashing about in bullet-time. I'm doing that thing where you sweat from moving around they tell me I ought to do.
Feels like one of those smash the controllers against the walls kinda games though.
I am pleased I live in the future.
No idea what's going on in the plot of Sairento VR though.
Words are too low-volume against the noises to hear and the subtitles scale weirdly with distance in a way that means I have to crouch down and stare at the floor to read them.
Which obviously I don't, being exhausted from all the awesome bullet-time sword fighting.
Lets put it this way, if I'm supposed to be making friends with any of these people it's not my fault the orders were garbled and nobody can blame me for mistaking your increasingly desperate pleading for me to stop the horror with just normal mission flim-flam and probably some commendations for heroism, I dunno.
Mission-leadery sort of things.
The bad guys seem to be entirely failing to realize I go around the battle-field in an anti-clockwise spiral, eliminating them one by one.
But then, they don't have to unwind the cable.
What did I smash there? It sounded pretty hectic....
Oh, it was the piano-keyboard. Mostly the noise of headphones falling to the floor. All seems to work okay still.
I mean all the mission names are things like "assassination" and "purge" and "wave assault". If there was one for "peacekeeping mission to help build a school" I'd at least give that a go.
But who needs a time-warping ninja on a construction site I suppose?
Maybe something the bricklayers union forbid. Who knows.
The bit where there turned out to be a second type of a thing. Don't really know what. A chemical or neuron or something? That seemed to surprise everyone.
Or perhaps they were surprised how heroically I cut off all the heads while flying about?
No surprise what it means for the time-ninja though. Another day, another blade sliced through armour. I wonder if these henchmen have families. Doubtful I suppose. That armour looks proper welded on.
I never get to demonstrate my bricklaying skills.
MOVED AWAY