“Worlds Adrift wasn’t just a game. It was a feeling.”
Review by someone who still sails the skies in their dreams.

I don’t know how to start this without getting emotional. It’s been years since Worlds Adrift shut down, but not a single month has gone by where I haven’t thought about it. This wasn’t just an game, it was an experience; a rare kind of digital magic that you don’t fully appreciate until it's gone.

I still remember the first time I booted up the game, gliding over the floating islands on a tiny, junky skyship I barely understood how to fly. The wind would howl. The world stretched out before me in all directions... limitless. You didn’t pick quests from NPCs. You made your own story. Every skyship you saw in the distance could be a friend, a rival, or a threat. And every island was crafted with love, sometimes by other players, full of secrets, resources, and strange beauty.

The physics in this game were real. Not “video game real”—actual real. Grappling around the world wasn’t just traversal, it was an art. Swinging from one tree to another, climbing sheer cliffs, zipping from one side of the ship to the other as it exploded around you... it was exhilarating. It made you feel ALIVE.

And oh, the walls, it wasn’t just background noise. It lived. It breathed. You could feel it tugging at your sails. That monstrous, thundering barrier of wind, lightning, and fury… It wasn’t just a challenge. It was a rite of passage. Your ship would creak and groan, your hull splintering under pressure, and you’d be desperately manning the helm while crewmates repaired panels and prayed. The first time I made it through one, I felt like I’d crossed into another world. I was shaking. Exhilarated. Alive. It wasn’t about loot or XP, it was about surviving nature itself in a game where nature didn’t care if you lived or died.

Crossing that storm wall wasn’t just a journey, it was a transformation. You left behind who you were. And if your ship made it out in one piece, you felt like you could conquer the skies.

But what truly made Worlds Adrift special was the community. The people. The crews you formed. The rivalries that simmered. The alliances built mid-flight. Those tiny moments, chowing down on a manta steak, while watching the sunset from your ship, helping a new player find fuel, or fending off sky pirates together. It was chaotic. It was unpredictable. It was ours.

And when Bossa Studios announced the end, it felt like someone had pulled the plug on a universe. I logged in on that final day, not to grind or fight or explore, but to just be there. To fly one last time. To say goodbye.

Some say Worlds Adrift failed. That it was too ambitious. Too broken. Too wild.

But I don’t see failure. I see a dream that flew higher than most games dare. I see a world that trusted its players to write the story. I see something beautiful.

I miss it. Desperately. And I still hope that, maybe someday, someone will pick up the pieces and rebuild the skies.

Until then, I keep my old screenshots. My old schematics. My memories.
And I still dream of the clouds.

Farewell, captains. See you in the skies.... the LOST SKIES *applause*