Lair

Reviewed by:
Scott Jones

Two words come to mind for this game: crash and burn. While it's not easy for us to look past the tired dungeons and dragons milieu—it never fucking is—we still tried our damnedest to love this game. But, ultimately, sadly, like your first wife, this game just doesn't know how to be loved. It looks fucking awesome, with the morning dew shimmering on the wings of your mighty, heaving, fire-breathing beast, but somewhere around level four or five, the motion-sensitive controls (you have to turn the controller to "drive" your dragon) were so miserably unresponsive, we now know what it's like to be a gassed-up America West pilot. Two more words come to mind for this game: dog and shit.

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