Wreckfest 2 early access review
"That's okay," I say as my car somersaults into the hot dirt and loses a wheel. "I still have three tyres left." My right fender hits another driver and dissolves into splinters, like rusty confetti at a wedding for metallurgists. "No big deal," I remark, and keep driving. I veer into a shipping container and the entire engine bay flattens against me like an empty can of Pabst Blue Ribbon squashed in the hands of a frat boy. "A minor setback," I say, and reverse back onto the track, before trundling on in glorious last place. Wreckfest 2 is further evidence of a truth long upheld by non-serious racing games: a car is funnier the more fucked up it gets. Read more


"That's okay," I say as my car somersaults into the hot dirt and loses a wheel. "I still have three tyres left." My right fender hits another driver and dissolves into splinters, like rusty confetti at a wedding for metallurgists. "No big deal," I remark, and keep driving. I veer into a shipping container and the entire engine bay flattens against me like an empty can of Pabst Blue Ribbon squashed in the hands of a frat boy. "A minor setback," I say, and reverse back onto the track, before trundling on in glorious last place. Wreckfest 2 is further evidence of a truth long upheld by non-serious racing games: a car is funnier the more fucked up it gets.