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Как дракон: пиратский якудза выгодно забивает

Автор : Simon Обновлять : Feb 20,2025

В преддверии официального запуска игровые журналисты выпустили свои отзывы о Dagon: Pirate Yakuza на Гавайях. Версия PS5 в настоящее время содержит средний балл метакритного составляет 79/100.

Рецензенты в целом согласны с тем, что студия Ryu Gatoku стала дико интересным, хотя и нетрадиционным дополнением к франшизе. Возвращение к быстро развивающейся боевой системе, ориентированной на действие, которая была оценена в более ранних записях этой серии, была оценена, с добавлением военно-морских сражений, обеспечивающих долгожданное изменение темпа и поддержание вовлечения игроков.

В то время как главный герой Горо Маджима получил положительные отзывы, повествование вызвало смешанные реакции. Некоторые критики сочли сюжетную линию менее убедительной, чем предыдущие участки основной серии, и среда игры подверглась критике за определенную повторяемость.

Несмотря на эти недостатки, консенсус заключается в том, что, как дракон: пиратский якудза на Гавайях, вероятно, будет резонировать как с ветеранами, так и с новичками на франшизу.

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