Recenzii recente de Defectus Polaris

It's Counter-Strike, perfected. Still toxic, still addictive, still makes you question your life choices at 2AM. 10/10, would get flamed in Russian again.

Once Upon a Galaxy is a card battler that throws fairytale characters, mythical heroes, and cosmic entities into a galaxy-wide brawl and it's way more fun than it has any right to be.

10/10, my brain is now 40% fairytale synergies.

This game said "what if we took Battlefield's vehicle chaos, sprinkled in some Tarkov-style tension, and made the gunplay feel like butter? Every shot lands with this meaty thwack that makes you feel like a certified operator even when you're absolutely winging it.

The extraction mode is where this game really flexes. Nothing quite matches the sphincter-tightening experience of hauling loot to the evac while three squads are suddenly very interested in your exact location. It's like grocery shopping on Black Friday, but everyone has assault rifles.

Destruction is satisfying, maps are gorgeous, and the weapon customization is deep enough to make gun nerds weep with joy.

TL;DR: Tactical, explosive, smooth as silk. Makes you feel like an action movie hero while you're really just panic-shooting at pixels. Highly recommend. All modes except for this Black Hawk thingy. (One more thing, this game has highly intrussive Chinese anti-cheat which doest not work at all. So before you try this, riddle me this, are you more angry at the plethora of cheaters or the potential privacy risk.

PUBG is the game that launched a thousand "just one more match" lies to yourself at 2 AM. Across various platforms.
The gunplay is chef's kiss - legitimately satisfying in a way that makes you feel like a tactical genius when you win a fight, and a complete potato when you don't. The bullet physics actually matter here. Leading shots, accounting for drop, calculating— okay fine, I'm just spraying and praying, but it FEELS tactical.
TL;DR: Clunky, brutal, addictive. Although as in any game, its better with friends. Randoms and the community here is not too friendly or more accurate than your grandpa.

R.E.P.O is what happens when someone asks "what if we made a game about repossessing stuff... but make it weird?" You're literally a repo agent confiscating items from aliens who didn't pay their bills, and it's gloriously stupid in the best way possible.

Expected simple card tricks. Instead became a professional rabbit magician performing death-defying illusions while wearing an adorable tiny tuxedo.
Warning: May cause unrealistic expectations about rabbit capabilities and sudden urge to buy a magician's outfit for your actual pets.

Bomberman! Its free, everybody loves it and quite some fun!

Expected something decent. Instead wasted precious gaming time that could've been spent on the 300+ actually good games rotting in my Steam library. Tried this hoping it would somehow inspire me to tackle my backlog, but it just added another mediocre title to the pile of regret.

The "holiday cheer" feels more like forced festivity designed by someone who's never experienced actual joy. Now I'm even further behind on my unplayed games because I spent hours on this instead of finally starting that RPG I bought three years ago.

Expected fun dungeon crawler. Instead got a PhD entrance exam disguised as a game where I need a 40-page manual just to understand why my character can't open a basic door. The learning curve is so steep it's basically a vertical wall made of confusion and regret.
Tried competing with modern games but feels like playing a medieval tax simulator in a world of streamlined shooters. My friends all went back to easier games while I'm still googling "what does this stat even do" for the 87th time.
Warning: May cause spreadsheet addiction, friendship loss due to complexity arguments, and nostalgic longing for games that respect your time.

Expected a casual shooter. Instead joined a high-stakes financial management game where I'm too poor to buy proper weapons an have to negotiate with teammates who spent all their money on flashy skins.
My shooting accuracy is sus worse than a 12-year-old from another continent who calls me "noob" in three languages by tea-bagging me.