Hey, did you ever find yourself stumbling onto something so niche that you’re both puzzled and amused? I keep thinking about that weirdly satisfying sound of a mech clanking around—anyone else feel that? I have no idea why, but it’s like I’m watching an old-school, high-octane cartoon all over again. So, S. Prysm Destroyer, a name that sounds like your typical exaggerated Saturday morning show, right? This little gem comes from eastasiasoft and Maids With Guns. A 2.5D action feast, it clings tightly to its inspirations: retro shooter games fused with dramatic mecha anime flair. It’s like a flashback nobody called for, but now that it’s here, you can’t look away.
This bonkers piece is set in an apocalyptic future, y’know, the kind where mechanized meanies, called Primordial, have thrown civilization into chaos. Enter Amor, our unwitting savior. Or, savioress? Not sure what the cool kids call it these days. Anyway, she’s thrust into a life-or-death arena, the only hope to wipe these baddies off the face of the Earth—or what’s left of it. You’re piloting a mech her late boyfriend whipped up before he, well, went and got himself killed. Seriously, how romantic and tragic can you get?
Let’s talk turkey here. Strap in for some lofi gaming, because the controls bring you back to those simpler times with all the nostalgia and, frankly, the clumsiness that entails. Amor moves with the left stick—the D-Pad works too, I guess—and jumps with X, shoots with Square. It’s deliberate, yeah, that’s a nice way to put it. The R1 button lets you stand your ground while you aim, which is crucial because those Primordial aren’t going to dust themselves. Boxes scattered around offer power-ups like shields, machine guns, and spread shots, but they fade faster than ice in the Sahara. More like temporary treats than lasting arsenal, you see?
Oh, trophies! Who doesn’t love a good trophy chase? If you’ve got a PS5, lucky you! One purchase nets you both PS4 and PS5 versions. It’s like a two-for-one sale nobody could afford to miss. Each version lists the same shiny achievements with many, MANY gold trophies up for grabs. That’s probably the closest one gets to digital bling, and now I’m wondering—was that the point all along?
Here’s the kicker though: despite being laden with potential, the game tends to unravel faster than anticipated. There’s virtually no room for screw-ups. Zero. None. You goof? You’re toast. And not the nice crispy kind, if you catch my drift. Enemies swarm like it’s Black Friday, and those frame drops might just remind you of late-night loading screens from the olden days. It’s flawed, sure, but maybe that’s the charm? Really, you’d think by now they’d have it figured out, but here we are.
For what it’s worth, maybe it’s the nostalgia whispering in my ear, or maybe I just dig watching mechanical beasts get blasted—something about ruined futures and giant robots is downright addictive. Who saw that one coming? Not me, anymore than anyone could’ve foreseen me writing a disclaimer about a PS5 copy provided by eastasiasoft. And here I am. Life, am I right?
