And he’s got good reason to, as the missions I played were almost all massive pranks.
It makes such a huge difference, playing a character who seems to be actually enjoying himself. He jokes, he pulls pranks, his melee weapon is a ball on a fluorescent rope, and he dresses like a man who was pushed into a vat of ‘80s fashion mistakes. He’s a gregarious and affable hacker from Oakland, whose penchant for troublemaking is only exceeded by hacking skills that call to mind Case from Neuromancer rather than a 20-something member of an Anonymous analogue. Marcus, Watch Dogs 2’s protagonist, is a major reason for this change in tone. Its sequel, however, seems determined to be fun. It was grey and grim and stuck with a humourless, sad sack protagonist, which didn’t quite match up with a conceit as silly as a magic phone that can hack grenades and find out what type of porn people watch. There was embarrassing, snorting laughter. Playful isn’t high on the list of adjectives I’d use to describe Aiden Pearce’s po-faced misadventures in Watch Dogs, so when I sat down to play four hours of Watch Dogs 2, my face wasn’t prepared for the amount of grinning I’d be doing.
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