After a September half-defined by my disappointing experiences with a group of highly anticipated indie games (the other half was a bunch of kickass big ones), I Am Your Beast feels like a breath of fresh air.
I Am Your Beast does the opposite and feels like Titanfall 2 on crack (but sadly without mechs).
Its latest release, I Am Your Beast, might be the less weird one of the bunch, but that doesn’t make it any less rare.
Even when the main story hits bonus objective-related roadblocks that sadly kill a bit of the momentum, I Am Your Beast feels unlike anything I’ve played this year, big or small.