Torchlight 2 is crack.
Man, is that game similar to a bag of jolly ranchers when you're high as a kite. Right now i'm not even sure if the game is even all that good or if it's just going to rot my teeth away. I mean, blowing cocaine feels good but it's not the best thing for the body.
Customization. Yes, the core ingredient to any sloppy RPG title. I don't know how exactly it is with other RPG titles these days but in TorchmySoul 2, you can't go ten minutes without finding yourself back in the inventory screen reevalutating your life. Why? Because you can't even go ten seconds without stumbling across thirty new items; 95% of which you'll give to your sexy pet to sell back in the hometown.
Repetitiveness. So friggen repetitive. Click, click, click, click, click, click, cick Click, click, click, click, click, click, cick, Click, click, click, click, click, click, cick, click your life away. I guess there's a story to follow but who cares really? I clicked right threw that mumblejumble. In total there must be eight billion gazillion items to collect and just as many to throw in the dumster.
Good lord am I drunk. So lets rap this up so I can return to playing the second installment of TorchDyke. I'll give it an 7.5 because even crack is good for a reason.
I wan't a gigantic American breakfast this instant.