In lands afar, where dragons soar,
Lies Monster Hunter World to explore.
A realm so vast, with beasts so wild,
Each hunter's path, uniquely styled.
With armors gleam and weapons keen,
We track our quarry, unseen, unseen.
Through ancient forests, deserts bleak,
Our strength, our will, our victory seek.
Behemoths roar in challenge bold,
In epic tales, by fires told.
Comrades brave, side by side,
In this wild dance, our fates collide.
So sing we now, of hunts so grand,
In Capcom's rich, unyielding land.
For in each battle, heart and sword,
We find our kinship, our accord.
The Angry Troll
Monster Hunter World, where you play as a glorified intergalactic poacher with a fashion sense that would make a peacock cringe. You spend half your time crafting gear that looks like it was designed by a gnome who ate too many mushrooms. The other half? You’re playing hide and seek with monsters who apparently attended the same 'Roar and Charge' school of combat. And the multiplayer? Ah yes, the joy of watching three other people demonstrate their unique ability to get smacked around by a dragon. Then there's the crafting, a delightful pastime of hoarding every twig and pebble like a paranoid squirrel prepping for armageddon. World? It's more like a series of oversized backyards with angry tenants.