When you are loading into this game for the first time, you have enough supplies to get you started as well as plenty of money to bail you out a big handful of times in case you are getting low on supplies. I had two experiences with this game, so I want to start by talking about the normal experience of this game. There is no doubt that a lot of love and care was put into the specific World War in a space environment that was dreamed up by the developers. Every space sky box looks stunning, the guns match the bleak aesthetic of the space station, and every footstep hauntingly echoes through the halls. The most immediate thing that I noticed about Marauders is its gorgeous graphics and incredible sound design. This game is deemed hardcore by its low time to kill and heavy emphasis on sound, inventory, and line of sight management. After preparations, you enter a raid by spawning on a spaceship that you can use to either fight in the asteroid field or enter ground combat by flying into the main raid area in the center of each map. Marauders takes place in an alternate history where the great war claimed the Earth and forced its inhabitants to launch into space to fight for scraps. Marauders is a raid-based hardcore first-person shooter developed by Small Impact Games. This was a big score I wonder how long these supplies will last me. I load my sack and stealthily head toward my ship. I sprint towards the body now sprawled right where it had revealed itself. It was sloppy, too many more rounds than I needed, too much noise. I see the hunter-green uniform reveal itself from cover and I lay it into him. I bide my time, sweat dripping down my mask. I enter a small balcony and peer off the side and I see him. I bet too much on this raid, there’s no way that I was going to let it end here. I crouched near the box to tear through its contents when I hear it. Maybe a rifle, gear, rations, or something more valuable. It was large enough to appear as though it might hold something of higher value. It exhausted me but it was well worth the precaution.Īs I entered the main floor of the mine I glanced over to see a welcome sight: a crate only a few feet away. I kept the sights of my precious rifle trained on each railing, every lip of the terrain. Each corner was an opportunity to stop and listen, waiting to hear the dreaded footsteps of another marauder nearby. The oppressive glass film of my oxygen mask shimmered as I made my way into the mining complex.
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