PS Plus isn't the globally-beloved darling of the PlayStation platform it once was. The PS3 triple-A heyday has passed, and the last 12 months have seen Sony scouring the development world, trying to unearth the next Rocket League with little success. Last month's Disc Jam showed promise but suffered from stilted movement and clunky controls. The long-forgotten Hardware Rivals didn't have the muscle or the heart to stand anywhere near Psyonix's all-conquering eSport. And now we're presented with the unique vibes of Drawn To Death, a garish, defiant shooter that is going to divide opinion quicker than its creator David Jaffe's tweets.
"Style" might not be the right word for Drawn to Death's notebook-scribble aesthetic, but this is very much a project defined by its look, its feel, and its attitude. It's a small third-person multiplayer arena shooter, where a maximum of four players do bloody battle inside the pages of a 90s high-schooler's jotter. The biro-scribbled aesthetic, which looked too migraine-inducing to stomach in preview trailers, is actually a surprising success - the consistency of the artwork and sheer commitment to the vision covers every little corner of this unusual game.
Drawn To Death is more than just a look, though. And this is where its audience is going to split. Just as the game exists in the notebook of a 90s teenager, so it also exists in his mind. Drawn To Death is wilfully obnoxious; a never-ending assault of toilet humour, foul language, insults, gore, violence and three-chord guitar riffs. The pace is frenetic before you step foot on the battlefield - even the tutorial takes glee in laying into you, explaining in about as many different ways as is lexically possible how much you 'suck'.
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