![]() ![]() You assume the role of one of many convicts being transported in a space prison vessel when something goes horribly wrong, and the vessel ends up trapped in a gigantic spaceship graveyard. As you can probably now surmise, I like it quite a lot, although it does sport a couple of annoying problems that mean I don’t like it as much as I wish I could. Welcome to Void Bastards, a game that asks the all-important question, 'What if System Shock 2 met FTL and they started making Douglas Adams references until everyone else in the pub lost their patience and murdered them?' It is, weirdly, a very close approximation to my dream game, one that I would have liked to make myself if I had the time, money, and above all talent, to do so. I suppose I should be grateful for my life, but chances are that’s only going to last until the next derelict I dock at, which has an even higher security rating than the ship I just left. ![]() I escape the ship with a sliver of health, no ammo for my gun, and no torpedoes to show for all my wasted effort (and blood). I dash back through the ship, running straight through the glowing radiation puddles I tried so hard to avoid, as the Security Bot attempts to redesign the back of my spacesuit with bullets. At this point I adopt plan C – codename: Leg it. Of course the Security Bot can unlock doors, it’s a Security Bot. I feel satisfied with my quick thinking for all of five seconds, because the Security Bot instantly unlocks and opens the door. I then point the Rifter toward the nearby torpedo room, release the Security Bot and immediately lock the door. When it does, I suck it up with the Rifter before it can get a shot off. So I stand with my back to a wall and wait for the Security Bot to trundle around the corner. What I do have, however, is a Rifter, a device which lets me teleport any enemy into a pocket universe, then deposit them in a different area. Now there’s a Security Bot after me – imagine a Dalek but worse – and I don’t have enough ammo left in my gun to deal with it. I was too focussed on skirting around a puddle of radioactive waste to notice the security camera squinting at me from the corner of the room. I’m on a derelict warship scavenging nukes when the alarm goes off, blaring throughout the vessel. ![]()
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