Cyber-elves and samurai hacker dwarves aside, Shadowrun Returns ain’t quite what I’d hoped for.
When I play an RPG I want a basquillion meaningless optional extras. I want to rifle through people’s kitchen cupboards. I want to hoard bits of string just in case. I want to smuggle live grenades into the pockets of smug bastards. I want to hero the hell out of everybody’s problems while simultaneously selling their possessions to keep up a spiralling amphetamine habit. (In the game.)