Recent reviews by Buckaroo Beanzai

A good one.

YOU CAN PRY THIS GAME OUT OF MY COLD DEAD HANDS (WHICH WON'T BE LONG BECAUSE I JUST RAN OUT OF COAL AND SOCIETY IS CRUMBLING)

See wall, go through wall.

We are the divers that will pierce the heavens and overthrow God.

Wonderful strategy game that's a must-play if you're a fan of miniature games such as 40K (specifically Kill Team, given the small roster size). The painting system is unrivalled and the depth of the team-building is fantastic. There are some big updates in the pipeline too.

The game has a small but dedicated community and the devs are super active and enthusiastic over on Discord. Would definitely recommend giving it a join if you pick the game up.

Future is looking really bright for the game!

Losing is FUN

It is an ugly planet. It is a bug planet.

You're casually walking down the mean streets of Neo Tokyo when you feel your cyber watch going off in your pocket. You don't even have to activate the hyper sensors on your cyber brain to know who it is before the visual information is delivered to your cyber eyes. It is Mentor and he has been drinking too much at the New Eden underground bar again. You can smell it through the odour sensor implanted into your cyber phone and hooked into your nostrils. He is rambling on about commander Rimanah again and keeps mentioning something about dream sequences. You lower the volume on your cyber ear implants but can't get right, so you have to stand there frustratedly fiddling with it between 51 and 48 for far too long. You realise that it's gotten very quiet until you hear Mentor clear his throat. He must have asked you a question and is waiting for your response. Asking him to repeat himself is obviously out of the question, so you begin to panic and try to think of a clever reply to satisfy Mentor. Sweat begins to pour from your forehead, clogging your cyber curcuits and sending them into a frenzy. Smily faces flash rapidly across your cyber optics. You begin to shout uncontrollably

YOU GAIN BROUZOUFS
YOU GAIN BROUZOUFS
MY LEGS ARE BROKEN
MY LEGS ARE OK
YOU GAIN BROUZOUFS

You see a quick movement in the corner of your vision, but your cyber eyes are malfunctioning too much to focus on anything right now. Someone above you speaks in a tongue you barely recognise and you explode into a fine mist of blood before everything goes black.

When you come to it is already night time. You look up and see a beautiful full cyber moon. You are consumed by an uncontrollable urge to slap people upside their heads with your mighty extremities. You rear up onto your hind legs and let out a mighty HOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWL

Welcome to E.Y.E: Divine Cybermancy

If HAWKEN was a shop it would be called HAWKEN's Bazaar