FAR: Lone Sails

This game is pretty, sure, but only in the way vague, painterly concept art is pretty. Nothing's represented in enough detail to be challenging mechanically or narratively. Sure, the world's littered with remnants of the world-that-was, but most are nondescript low-poly discarded books and suitcases and so on. These aren't poignant memento mori, they're rarely inserted into the world in any atmospheric way, they're just scattered cuboids. That said, the game's not without its sparks. Things start to kick into gear in the back half: the windmill, the hailstorm, the glint of largely-unrealised fractal brilliance when you drive inside and control an even bigger machine, the mounting horror of a volcanic eruption that starts so low-key it takes a moment to register the hell soon to descend on you. You start forming an attachment to your machine, and then the game ends.