PS5 games

There’s something irresistible about stepping back into a game world that defined a generation of RPGs. It’s clear from the moment the game boots up that this remaster doesn’t aim to be revolutionary. The textures are sharper, the lighting softer and more dramatic, and the draw distances extended just far enough to make those distant towers and rolling hills worth walking toward. But beyond the visuals, it’s the experience that matters.  Glitches With a Side of Charm Let’s be honest—bugs are part of the Elder Scrolls legacy . Even the most polished entries have their moments of unintended chaos. But in Oblivion Remastered, the glitches are far less intrusive. Gone are the game-breaking crashes and baffling AI meltdowns that haunted the original on console. Instead, you’ll encounter enemy twitching during combat, the occasional animation hiccup, and some noticeable pop-in if you’re sprinting or riding at full speed through densely populated zones...

A Gorgeous, Striking Game Trapped in Half-Polished Mirrors First up, UFC 5’s stand-up fighting is still the smartest, most nail-biting dance in sports games. It’s the whole reason the engine even hums, and, lucky you, it’s cooked with just the right grit. Like 3 and 4, EA polishes the strike rhythm until it almost glows, locking you into a rhythm that pays honest tribute to timing, laser-precise hits, and the kind of gritty discipline nobody learns in a hurry, but this time it drops the versions for old consoles, in case you buy cheap PS4 games . Half-hearted haymakers and wild elbows get charged, and the clock on your stamina ticks louder than the crowd’s roar. One bad lunge and you open the door to a clean counter, and the next second you might be the one on your back, staring up at the arena’s bright, indifferent lights. The combo system is still one of the biggest wins for the game. It makes you pay attention to each fighter’s timing and weak spots. You might bait a jab to land a...

Dynasty Warriors: Origins drops onto consoles as both a familiar friend and a bold progression in the long-running musou saga. Omega Force has tuned a game that keeps the signature thrill of trampling hordes beneath your boots while layering in tactics that actually matter. Level-ups are meaty, and the supporting cast—who used to just stand in the way—now have their own little arcs that pull you in. Smash enough foes, and the old rush of a thousand clangs still feels great, but Dynasty Warriors: Origins gives you new tools that push you to think, not just smash. Morale that shifts with every hit, unlockable fighting styles, and choices in the storyline let each playthrough build a different legend, turning the game into a trap you want to fall into over and over again. Meaty Side Quests and Endless Replays The biggest surprise in  Origins is the sheer pile of optional content that feels like its own main game. Side quests are no longer a para...

Let’s get this out of the way: I love open-world RPGs. Deeply. Stupidly. The kind of love that keeps you coming back long after you should’ve moved on. But like any toxic relationship, there comes a point where you start asking, "Am I the fool for still hoping they’ll change?" Because if the last decade has taught me anything, it’s that while the potential of open-world RPGs is nearly limitless, most developers are still trapped in a design mindset from 2012. You know the one: quest markers like a Vegas strip, flavorless collect-a-thons, copy-pasted NPCs grunting the same five lines, and a world that looks huge but feels emptier than Ubisoft’s next road map. And yet, despite all this, we get flashes of brilliance. Games like Elden Ring with the DLC Shadow of the Erdtree , Cyberpunk 2077 (after it pulled itself out of the rubble), and The Witcher 3 prove that there’s still hope. That this genre can evolve. That maybe we haven’t seen its final form yet. So let’s talk about wh...

Press the throttle in MotoGP 25 and the world rushes in like fresh air. This edition comfortably laps the middle ground, giving the sort of ride where Saturday-afternoon couch racers and twitchy set-up nerds can meet without a fistfight. I’ve been spinning laps in the series since the PS2’s drum-dry 2004 outing, and this one feels like a grown-up encore, marrying the usual engine wizardry to a trimmed-down learning curve that still knows what a Ducati weighs in the real world. Developers of serious racing titles love to parade their physics, graphs, and that chirpy advisory telling you you’ve mistaken a racing line for a roadside hedge. That’s fine until the same message pops up for the third time in a session.  MotoGP 25 reads the room: You still get engine noise that curls your hair and tire scrub that talks to your palms, but you also get a new control schema that feels like it was sneakily borrowed from a functioning set of wrist joints. Braking, lean...