Omikron: The Nomad Soul Review (KnowMeBetterMan)
The one thing i can't take away from this game is its blind ambition.
Now that that's out of the way, this game is a trash fire. It tries EXTREMELY hard to be four other, better games that came out in the decade before it, and it's represented by the insane four different control schemes in the game, none of which correlate with each other. Forward in adventure mode is side step in fight mode and dive (but not forward) in swim mode.
This game wants to be every LucasArts game from the early 90s along with Tomb Raider, Tekken, and Doom. It's that ambition i mentioned, but holy shit does it do every single one of these things hilariously poorly. The story is incoherent and is loosely tied together with painful exposition. The cities are either circles or labyrinths with zero in between. And on top of that we get the genesis of David's well known tropes of sexism, fat-shaming, and casual racism. Half an hour into the game a friend of mine said "hey i bet the first fat character model you see tries to kill you." Ten minutes later, first fat character model shot me in the head. Incredible.
David Bowie is a treasure but both Davids responsible for this game were likely so deeply tunneled into a mountain of cocaine they found a Balrog and named it fucking Omikron the Nomad Soul.