A sign of a great game is when, no matter how many days I’ve spent with it, I justify yet another morning playing before I start to write. Haiku, the Robot is one such game, an absolutely captivating Metroid-me-do, that I want to be playing right now, instead of finally stopping to tell you to…
You know what I’d sell my extended family to be able to play? An open-world Metroid Prime. Just the phrase sets my imagination reeling, combining an all-time favourite game series with the possibility of all that player freedom. Which makes it all the more galling that this is something that could have happened.