Wasteland 3 review - brilliantly bloody

Wasteland 3 is a game of extremes, there are no half measures, no middle ground - only wrong or right, death by an obese dracula-impersonator or complete mercy, butcher everyone or walk free. It's a game where you begin with a holy moral compass and it quickly weathers into 'how does this benefit me exactly?'

It's an apocalypse game where everyone is either a softly spoken sweetheart or a gut guzzling sycophant. It's a fictional future of the most extreme depravity and it'll force you into uncomfortable places and ask you hard questions. All the extremities and bloated stereotypes should be a hard pill to swallow, but you glug it down like it's the apocalypse, and you haven't had a taste of bitter bourbon in a long time.

Now, though, I'm stood in front of The Patriarch. After a bloody opening scene in which half my Desert Ranger squad, Team November, are decimated on entering Colorado, I'm quickly whisked through the tutorials for the remainder of the trek to reach him. He's the ruler of Colorado, and we are seeking supplies and aid. He's willing to help, for a cost.

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