The Surge 2 Review – Techno Prisoners
Picture the scene. Dark Souls and Deus Ex are curled up together on the sofa. Light from a nearby Yankee Candle gleams in their eyes, the Clean Cotton scent reminding them of summer tumbles beneath swaying washing line. A few unfinished oysters sweat smugly on an earthenware plate, their brothers and sisters having already played their part in stoking the fires of both games’ loins. Dark Souls says it should be getting home, it has to do the school run in the morning. Deus Ex says “It’s dark and rainy outside, you could stay in the bed. I’ll sleep down here.” Dark Souls heart leaps… this is what it wanted, maybe what it has always wanted. It knows it can’t continue to hold Deus Ex’s gaze lest the two should dissolve together for all eternity… but it’s too late. Their lips tremble before...
