What can I say, guys… I started playing God of War—and that’s it. Now I roam around the house like Kratos, grumbling at the fridge, calling the microwave Atreus, and demanding it ‘bring me food.’ The graphics? So good I nearly broke my finger trying to touch the snow on the screen. Combat with monsters? Now every dusty corner of my apartment is an arena where I battle the ‘Giant Carpet Demon.’ And the music? So epic that I keep it playing even when I take out the trash—let the neighbors know there’s a god in the neighborhood!

Final verdict: 10 axes out of 10. But I recommend warning your wife/mom/cat in advance that you’re now Kratos and urgently need a hammer to finish building Valhalla on the balcony.

What can I say, guys… I started playing God of War—and that’s it. Now I roam around the house like Kratos, grumbling at the fridge, calling the microwave Atreus, and demanding it ‘bring me food.’ The graphics? So good I nearly broke my finger trying to touch the snow on the screen. Combat with monsters? Now every dusty corner of my apartment is an arena where I battle the ‘Giant Carpet Demon.’ And the music? So epic that I keep it playing even when I take out the trash—let the neighbors know there’s a god in the neighborhood! Final verdict: 10 axes out of 10. But I recommend warning your wife/mom/cat in advance that you’re now Kratos and urgently need a hammer to finish building Valhalla on the balcony.