2/5 ★ – the_skett's review of Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League.

Review: 10 years of development for this? Not being hyperbolic, but playing this game is what I imagine it would be like if someone you loved turned into a zombie. The person you knew is there, somewhere underneath the bloated skin and empty eyes. You try, with ignorant desperation, to enjoy these fleeting moments with them and ignore the voice in your head that's telling you things are different now. Ultimately. they're just an antonomous husk shuffling along with the mindless horde. 5 hours into the 10 hour campaign and all I've done is capture the base, protect the payload, and watch the same 10 second clip a bazillion times of an exploding loot crate reveal some gun I'll never shoot with an obnoxious number of useless stats. And Jesus Christ the UI/HUD. I never know where to look. You know when you go to a casino and you see a digital slot machine of the Walking Dead, and it's playing a clip on an endless loop with "7 CHANCES TO WIN $1,000,000,000" plastered over it in some bright, tacky font while also screaming at you with the piercing sounds of ringing bells and raining coins? That's what it's like trying to play this game. I can see a gambling addict booting this up and immediately turning into a puddle of piss. If you're like me, you're asking "Why?" Why did Warner Bros force Rocksteady to develop a live for service game while letting Warner Bros Montreal make a single player Gotham Knights game? I actually know the answer. It's because Warner Brothers is committed to mishandling as many DC properties as it possibly can. You can see it. Rocksteady was probably 80% done with a Suicide Squad single player game, and some idiot VP of Marketing farted into the room was like "Da-da-da-doi....." And the developers were like "What? Are you okay? Do you need a glass of water?" And the VP of Marketing replied, "Da...Da...Da..AVENGERS....I WANT IT LIKE AVENGERS K?" Heartbreaking in every sense of the word. I haven't been this sad since my chubby ass got laughed out of a 6th grade dance while I was wearing a silk button up shirt with a flamming dragon on the back.