BRUTAL LEGENDS

With the exception of Spelunky 2’s moles, it’s been a long time since a game has wrung quite as many swears out of me as Gods Will Fall. I’ve turned the air blue with eulogies to fallen comrades, cursed its pantheon and effed and jeffed my way across its god-infested island. Make no mistake: this is a good thing. Most of the time, anyway.

The main target for. And so you wash ashore, an army of thousands whittled down to eight. A little salty language is probably to be expected.