Humanity travels to a new galaxy for the first time, theres so much hope, so much potential, but oh noes, everythings horrid, and theres a reptilian-looking alien race on a dusty sand planet that shoots you with ray guns on first sight. Really?! A different galaxy and the diversion from the norm is so slight that between the generic bone-headed (literally) lizards and their pew-pew antics are, er, floating rocks? (Seriously, the game thinks this innovation in portraying reality is so novel that every character feels the need to mention it.) Within seconds youre apparently the Chosen One, a Pathfinder, which means someone who can look at a planet and say, Yes, I think people might be able to live here. Er?
Within minutes of starting theres a cutscene in which a soldier type is shooting an already entirely dead corpse, and someone else has to say, Hey, hey, take it easy, and he fires off a few more shots and declares himself satisfied. I cant even imagine how anyone can feel okay with writing that into a script without experiencing enough shame to just get up, walk away, and keep walking until they fall off of or into something.
