[PS5] Review of Choice of Life: Wild Islands

Okay, so let me just dive right in—gotta keep this as rough as my morning coffee. So, hey, there’s this game, Choice of Life: Wild Islands. Yeah, I know, wild stuff. It’s from this place called Upscale Studio. From the get-go, you’re this sailor, right? Picture it: you’re all pumped for your maiden voyage and bam, nature throws a temper tantrum. Storm hits, boat’s busted, everyone’s, well, not exactly having a good day. And you? You’re rolling solo on this deserted place.

Now, you could go all Robinson Crusoe, gathering supplies, keeping busy. Or not. Maybe just let things drift. Either way, it’s like collecting scout badges, except they’re called titles here. Hmm, 180 of those and, like, 300 paths you could walk down. That’s a lot of caffeine needed to get through this.

And when you start this game, you’re on this ship. Choices hit you right away—do you clean the deck or just stare off into the ocean like pondering life choices? And if you talk back to the Captain? Oh boy, he’s got a backhand like a parent from the ’80s. Mess up enough, and it’s game over, literally.

Ah, the controls! Forget about them being complicated. It’s all left sticks and D-Pads. Cards pop up, you pick one, and boom, your story takes a turn. But remember what you chose before. Life skills, am I right?

Now, if you’re into trophies, this one’s like a treasure chest waiting to be cracked. Full list, including a shiny Platinum if you’re dedicated—or maybe just stubborn. There’s replay value, which sounds neat, except if you have the attention span of a goldfish. You’ll dive into each chapter, seeking every possible ending. Completionists, rejoice!

Also, it’s out on the PlayStation 5, so that’s something. One more game to potentially make your console groan with existential dread.

Alright, wrapping up, that’s the gist of it. Hope you’ve got a cup (or three) of coffee for when you dive into this one. Off to see if my attention span lasts longer than writing this. Cheers.