Harken, hunters, gather near,
To tales of beasts that we revere.
Monster Hunter Rise, the call,
Where brave souls heed the wild's enthrall.
With blade and bow, we track our prey,
Through verdant fields and ruins gray.
Each monster, a legend, fierce and vast,
In epic battles, shadows cast.
We leap, we climb, with wirebugs aid,
In Sunbreak's light and shadow's fade.
Comrades at arms, both feline, hound,
In camaraderie, we are bound.
So lift your spirits, sing with pride,
For in this hunt, we all reside.
In Monster Hunter's thrilling chase,
Together, we find our hallowed place.
The Angry Troll
Ah, Monster Hunter Rise, the game where you dress up like a walking thrift store to whack oversized lizards with a sword the size of a small car. It's like a fantasy safari where the animals need anger management. The gameplay? A merry-go-round of track, fight, carve, and repeat, with the variety of cheap grog. Rise? More like 'Fall' – into a repetitive loop of grind and slight frustration. Then there's the 'story,' a thin veil to justify why you’re annihilating the local wildlife. It's tailor-made for those who enjoy playing dress-up while engaging in glorified pest control. I suppose the environments are pretty.. if you're into virtual hiking simulators. Don't forget the crafting—because who doesn't love spending hours collecting fantasy chicken feathers?