As a loyal, freedom-loving Helldiver, I can confidently say that Helldivers 2 is less a game and more a highly effective, incredibly fun re-education program for aspiring Super Earth citizens. Forget therapy, just drop into a hot zone with three of your closest friends and see how quickly you learn the true meaning of 'collateral damage.'

I've never loved and hated my squadmates so much in a single 15-minute mission. One moment, we're sharing a heroic high-five over a shattered Automaton, the next I'm admiring the beautiful orbital strike coming down directly on my position, courtesy of a 'misplaced' stratagem from my buddy. It's not friendly fire, it's freedom fire! And honestly, getting rag-dolled across the map by a Charger, only to be immediately reinforced back into the fray, has become my new favorite form of existential dread.

The bugs are big, the bots are bigger, and the democracy is... well, it's being spread, aggressively. If you enjoy chaotic explosions, sacrificing yourself for the greater good (or just for a laugh), and shouting patriotic slogans while being chewed in half by a Bile Titan, then grab your cape and sign up. My only complaint? My real-life dog now looks at me suspiciously every time I mention 'managed democracy.' Five out of five exploding barrels, would liberate again!

As a loyal, freedom-loving Helldiver, I can confidently say that Helldivers 2 is less a game and more a highly effective, incredibly fun re-education program for aspiring Super Earth citizens. Forget therapy, just drop into a hot zone with three of your closest friends and see how quickly you learn the true meaning of 'collateral damage.' I've never loved and hated my squadmates so much in a single 15-minute mission. One moment, we're sharing a heroic high-five over a shattered Automaton, the next I'm admiring the beautiful orbital strike coming down directly on my position, courtesy of a 'misplaced' stratagem from my buddy. It's not friendly fire, it's freedom fire! And honestly, getting rag-dolled across the map by a Charger, only to be immediately reinforced back into the fray, has become my new favorite form of existential dread. The bugs are big, the bots are bigger, and the democracy is... well, it's being spread, aggressively. If you enjoy chaotic explosions, sacrificing yourself for the greater good (or just for a laugh), and shouting patriotic slogans while being chewed in half by a Bile Titan, then grab your cape and sign up. My only complaint? My real-life dog now looks at me suspiciously every time I mention 'managed democracy.' Five out of five exploding barrels, would liberate again!