Spintires

I have never grown fond of cars because almost nothing resembles being a car while standing next to Mercury Park Lane from the '59. And to drive Mercury Park Lane from the '59 in the 21st century is not exactly the most practical thing to do with your savings. However, I keep remembering our family Wartburg – a blue station wagon which clawed us through Podkrkonoší or Jeseníky, and that rusty beast did beat everything, weathered from fir branches and mudded from forest roads around Rejvíz. Why so many words? Because it is a must to enjoy the Spintires.

Without a doubt Spintires is the best trucking game I've ever played. When muddy physics are combined with crappy vehicles, the outcome is truly unique. Spintires is a survival game, where you have to make do with big cars in a soft terrain.

It targets a narrow group of gamers but does it expertly and engages them for hours, and even those who don’t know squat about off-road will be impressed by the visuals and physics provided by the game’s engine.

The game is incredibly boring. All you can do is crawling with the speed of turtle to nowhere, overcoming obstacles and cursing at each bump without having any global goal. Every puddle is a personal enemy, because the chances to get stuck are significantly large. The only things that give a certain aspect of fun are the physical models and graphics.

It’s not survival horror with trucks. It’s survival horror for trucks. You as a driver, as a person, as a foot on a gas pedal and a pair of hands, don’t exist. Whether it’s because Oovee didn’t want to fuss with character models or because it’s an intentional effort to focus on the element of machines vs nature without mere humanity in the middle to muck it all up, the world of Spintires is like Maximum Overdrive, that dopey horror movie where trucks come alive and drive themselves around. Not for the cheese factor, of course.