Conclusion: I can’t help but feel underwhelmed by my experience with MotorStorm: Apocalypse . The central game play and graphics engine are showing signs of being past their prime and the weak story elements make it hard get invested here. If it weren’t for the dramatic shift in setting and the disaster motif I would probably condemn it as a lazy sequel. As it stands, Apocalypse is a perfectly entertaining ride but is nothing to write home about.
Excerpt: It seems like every console debut needs a racing game to highlight the system’s power, a role filled upon the PS3’s launch by genre newbie MotorStorm. The choice was somewhat surprising, considering the PlayStation hardware is the exclusive home for Gran Turismo, but MotorStorm more than held its own.
Excerpt: Way back in the early days of 2007, there was a PlayStation 3 game that showed great promise, showing effectively what the system was built for and what the future held in store. That game was MotorStorm, an arcade racer that was a bit Twisted Metal, a tiny amount of Road Rash, and some Colin McRae Racing thrown in. MotorStorm was a dirt-drenched, mud-soaked racer built around high speed, sharp turns, and car combat.
Conclusion: racing game, and this time…the emphasis is really on “catastrophic”. Realizing that most players enjoy MotorStorm’s devastating (and often excruciating to behold) crashes, Evolution has decided to base the entire premise of their game around an apocalypse, hence the subtitle. A suburban American city known conveniently as “The City” is under imminent threat from a tremendous earthquake that’s ready to destroy everything in its path.
Summary: Parents need to know that Motorstorm: Apocalypse is a fantasy racing game that is noticeably more violent and racy than its predecessors. In addition to spectacular slow motion crashes that depict riders flung from their vehicles, players can now run through crowds of pedestrians at high speeds, sending them soaring through the air.
Excerpt: The skyline is a mess of collapsing architecture. The smoky heavens rain down slabs of concrete and broken glass. Roads are littered with the burning carcasses of abandoned cars and boats are belched out of the violent seas. Tarmac ruptures and machinery explodes, the odd bolt of lightning stabs through the clouds. It's an urban apocalypse, and you're right there in the middle of it, foot on the gas, tearing through the dying city. It's overwhelming at first.