Monster Hunter: World Waystone

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.