Hades

probably the most enjoyable roguelike i've played, great setting and awesome art direction, snappy combat and charming characters really tie it all together in a really special way. excellent game and well worth a purchase

打起来是真爽啊

Zagreo y Ares estan buenísimos, el juego no se

肉鸽游戏，刷刷刷，多把迷迷糊糊的游戏后才慢慢找到窍门 很看重build的运气 盾牌、枪的体验最好 仍未通关，最终boss三条血，太难打

Just perfect

为什么我点进去开始玩全都是灰色的无法显示场景但却可以看到怪物

Right, so Hades, ye? Supergiant Games sat there thinking, "How do we make ancient Greek deities relatable to a modern audience," and instead of, [i] I dunno, doing actual research [/i], they just had Zagreus say 'mate' every four lines and [u] called it a day. [/u] 'Cheers, mate.' 'Nice one, mate.' 'Right then, mate, back to the surface I go, mate, mate, mate.' Slap a 'cheers' and a 'brilliant' on a Greek prince of the Underworld and suddenly he's meant to pass for a bloke down Wetherspoons on a Friday. Chuck in a stray 'bloody hell,' maybe a 'sorted,' get Hypnos to say 'no worries' like he's a barista who's clocked off early [i] mate [/i], it's not fooling anyone. It's cosplay. It's a Greek god in a flat cap pretending he knows what a 'chippy' is. Because here's the thing, here's the ACTUAL thing, there is no earthly way, no way in heaven, hell, or the bit in between where Zagreus keeps getting stabbed, that a genuine Greek could ever, EVER think in British. Not really think it. You can't just bolt 'mate' onto Olympus and expect it to stick. Real British isn't a vocabulary, it's a state of being perpetually disappointed by the weather and apologising to furniture you've bumped into. The Greeks don't have that. Zeus has never once queued for anything in his life. So obviously, obviously, the Greeks were never real to begin with. Case shut. Nailed on. But here's the twist, right, here's the bit that'll really do your head in: if the Greeks aren't real, and Hades is meant to be the Underworld, and everybody in the Underworld is doing a dodgy impression of a Brit... then maybe, just maybe, Great Britain IS the Underworld. Think about it. Grey skies, everyone's a bit miserable, you're stuck queueing forever for something that's definitely not worth the wait [i] (bottle o' water for example) [/i], and everybody keeps saying 'you alright?' without actually wanting to know if you're alright. That's not a coincidence, mate. That's the afterlife. We're all just down here, doing our time with Hypnos, waiting for a bus that's never coming. Cheers, big cheese ears. Welcome to the Underworld. Mind the gap innit. And that, right there, is why I simply cannot recommend this cheap little attempt of an interpretation, trying to convince me that Greeks, nay, even gods, could possibly exist in Great Britain. Absolute nonsense. Shan't be fooled. Not on my watch. God save the Queen, and God save the rest of us from this shoddy, mate-saying, tea-less impersonation of a civilisation.