By skyforbes Progressing through the game doesn’t require firing a single bullet at another player, except when the system occasionally forces it, just to remind you that someone in design thought cruelty equals depth. From a psychological standpoint, this thing isn’t a shooter, it’s a hunting simulator for sociopaths.
The role play mission says “Humanity vs. Arcs,” but the real predators never got the memo. They don’t care about saving humanity, they care about cornering some poor bastard carrying loot, watching the fear set in, and calling it “content.” To beat bigger Arcs, you need cooperation. But to the sick and twisted, other players are the Arcs, walking, talking loot bags with anxiety disorders.
Here is the funny part, they used to whine about the Arcs being too hard, until they realized humans make easier targets. The devs built a game about surviving alien machines and accidentally made a safari park for people who get off on ruining someone else’s night.
Hope is punk.
Not violent harm, not domination, not turning empathy into a scoreboard. Even in simulation, we should be united as one.