Ask for the shape of the challenge.

Death is frequent, instant and immediately retried, and every puzzle is solvable from what the room shows you. Nothing here is hidden from a patient player.

The main path is generous and the last stretch of Moons is not — the hard version of this game is entirely opt-in and clearly signposted.

Generous by design and confident enough not to pretend otherwise. The optional speedrun levels at the end are the only place it bares its teeth.

Every individual mechanic is trivial; the difficulty is entirely another human being who cannot hear what you are shouting.

Story missions checkpoint constantly and aim assist does most of the shooting. The spikes are the driving and the gold medal objectives, which nobody is obliged to take.

A blockbuster that expects to be finished, with the actual demands parked in optional bosses you can walk past without the story noticing.

Combat that yields immediately to a difficulty slider, wrapped around a preparation system the game quietly assumes you will ignore.

Crushing is the only setting where the shooting bites. Everything else is a set piece that restarts you a few seconds before it went wrong.

Largos and tarrs will wreck a careless corral overnight, which is as close as this gets to a fail state.

Finishing is trivial and winning is not. The item distribution is designed to take the lead off you, so the skill being tested is holding first place rather than reaching it.