You can find it in the currently greyed-out multiplayer option, which apparently won’t be introduced until “months after launch.” These sorts of things might be acceptable if we were talking about some remote indie development, but an Ubisoft-published experience that withholds features seems unnecessarily lazy. You can see it elsewhere too, from the crudely blended textures and dropouts that stretch beyond the (admittedly very pretty) foreground. It actually creates a little bit of hilarious meta-commentary of a man who continues to risk his life in foolishly provocative ways to the continuing indifference of an AI overlord, but mostly it makes the game feel a little bit unfurnished. I’d say my efforts were only verified about 50 percent of the time, which is strange, because there’s a whole section of tracks in Trials Fusion made exclusively for time-attack high-score stunt runs. I land, and the game gives me a solemn shrug. I tug the right stick to the side, causing my rider to detach himself from the bike, and do a headstand on his seat, all while flying through the air in dazzling circles. I do a front flip, and the game refuses to acknowledge my front flip. There’s a trick system, which doesn’t work. Trials Fusion assumes your incompetence, and it’s not wrong. An average track can take less than a minute or more than an hour, depending on how capably you tackle the obstacles, but the checkpoints are frequent and generous. You will then slam the throttle, praying to the gods of inertia that you’ve calculating the physics correctly, and scrape across the next checkpoint. You will find yourself catapulting through the air, holding the wheels up, as you land on an almost unilaterally vertical piece of pavement. With a gas pedal and your shifting weight, you can take a virtual motorcycle to the ends of the earth. If you’re unfamiliar with Trials, it’s essentially bike parkour. It’s safe to say Trials Fusion has its priorities straight. The leaderboards demand respect, and the YouTube videos are hypnotically impressive, but still, there is a level in this videogame that scores you on how far you’re able to eject your body across a metered landscape. Lodging a motorcycle adroitly on impossible ramps, wheels eating up eccentric ramps and pathways, tirelessly shaving microseconds off world record bids. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that people take the Trials franchise so seriously. Press the B button, and you can do it all again. He’ll soar for a bit, then land ugly, a twitching, delirious polygonal mass, perhaps wrapped around some sticky chunk of geometry. If you press the Y button, you’ll send the hapless little man flying from the seat of his motorcycle.
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