Enslaved: It’s the journey that counts

I’m going to lay down a scene for you here, so I’m going to need you to take a deep breath, empty your mind, and follow along with me for a moment. Ready? Good. So, America has been wrecked, and the only landmarks you’ve ever known have been the crumbling remains of once great cities, the former home of more people than you can even wrap your mind around. There are mechs everywhere. They want to punch you in the face for some reason. But you don’t care. You physically resemble a monkey, for God sake, to the point where you consciously refuse to wear a shirt, have a scarf dangling from your belt so it resembles a tail, and all that matters to you is staying alive. Unfortunately, there’s this girl, see? And if you don’t do exactly what she says, she’s going to kill you. Unless, of course, you end up getting mauled by robots first.