A post-irony-poisoned gag reflex manifesting as a pointed, challenging stealth shooter which appears at first as a strange, clunky, misshapen beast. Climb into its jaws, and lose your fucking mind.
Lego Elden Ring Doesn't somehow rise above the stat scaling plateau issue or surface level combat of the previous game, but it sure as hell doesn't need to. Lots of pure joy in this thing.
It's nearly impossible to play this game without being sucked into the lumpy, spongey combat, somehow. Why bother going out there to explore and discover new things, if all that's really out there is a bunch of people waiting to be shot fifteen times before flopping over?