Death Stranding is Kojima unleashed, and its as weird as youd expect

Death Stranding is Hideo Kojima unleashed.

That sentence carries a lot of weight in the video game universe, where solid personal branding and marketing across decades of Metal Gear titles means Kojima ranks as one of the rare game auteurs players actually know by name. And as much as Kojima used the Metal Gear games to defy both narrative and gameplay conventions, the series still represented a stealth-action box that Kojima found himself straining against over and over again.

Death Stranding once again stands as a bold subversion of expectations from a creator known best for leaning into action heroics. For the vast majority of the game, your protagonist is not a Solid Snake-style hard-bitten action hero. Hes just a guy carrying a comically overloaded backpack across a lot of empty space, focused on a simple but necessary job, for better or worse.

Death Stranding is Kojimas escape, not just from Metal Gears cardboard box but also from the restrictions and recriminations of his former corporate parent Konami. That means the new game lets Kojima take some bold risks, experimenting with gameplay systems that are somehow utterly isolating and deeply connected to other players at the same time. It also means this is Kojima at his most self-indulgent, with a bloated, convoluted mess of a sci-fi story thats heavy on complication and light on relatable human moments.

Death what-ing?

Its the near future, and America as it once was has been ravaged by a mysterious event referred to as the Death Stranding. For some reason, the barrier between the world of the living and the dead has been weakened, causing ethereal, usually-invisible-to-most creatures called BTs to roam the Earth. When a BT consumes a dead body, it causes a voidout that utterly destroys everything for a miles-wide radius.

As if that wasnt enough, BTs surround themselves with timefall, a form of rain that speeds up the flow of time significantly. Years of this timefall has destroyed the communications and transportation infrastructure that used to bind America together across its cities and towns. What remains of the US populace is holed up in remote, disconnected cities called KNOTs, where the populace cowers in fear, dependent on outside deliveries from brave couriers who can withstand the timefall and BTs.

That's not a bad setup for a new post-apocalyptic universe, all in all. But Kojima cant leave well enough alone, weighing down this somewhat solid premise with layer after layer of overcomplicated, semi-mystical sci-fi dreck. Simply explaining whats going on practically requires consulting a glossary of new and bewildering terms.

There are the stillborn bridge babies (BBs) that can let a human sense BTs when theyre connected through a sort of external womb. Except there are also some people who can inherently sense and/or control BTs through a power known as DOOMS (I never really figured out what this acronym stands for). And there are also some people who come back to life after they die, called repatriates, and their blood is apparently toxic to BTs.

Then there are the Beaches, the mystical, personal planes that connect the world of the living and the dead. Everyone has their own private Beach, but theyre also all connected by personal and inanimate relationships, you see. Also some people can go back and forth to different Beaches with little effort. And sometimes peoples souls can be trapped on their Beach, ageless, even if their bodies stay in the real world. Got it?

Im not going to further belabor this review by explaining cryptobiotes, chiralium, the q-pid necklace, or any of the other new concepts that get thrown at the player with abandon throughout the game. Dont worry, though, the game takes enormous pains to explain all of this and more in long, discursive cut scenes that go into excruciating detail about how all of these complications work.

Id estimate at least half of the games story scenes are taken up by deep-in-the-weeds theorizing about the history of the Death Stranding, or the metaphysical properties of BBs, or some other esoteric minutiae that doesnt really affect anything. Its as if Kojima barfed up an encyclopedia of background material for his apocalyptic fanfic before worrying if anyone was interested in the original story.

Despite all that explaining, the world of Death Stranding never feels cohesive. Theres a strong sense that the writers are making this up as they go, forming a patchwork quilt of scientific-sounding magic that holds together only if you dont look at it too closely. Even in the run-up to the games conclusion, characters are still introducing entirely new theoretical concepts that seem to come completely out of nowhere. Meanwhile, bits that are obviously intended to serve as mysterious twists fall flat thanks to horrible telegraphing and seemingly clueless characters.

Without spoiling anything, Ill note that Death Strandings ending is more or less a two-hour cut scene that tries to explain how the preceding 30+ hours are actually supposed to fit together… yet I still came away scratching my head about what the hell happened.

Help me, Sam Kenobi, you're my only hope

Into this whole mess drops Sam Porter, a stoic and largely blank-slate courier who serves as the player avatar (well get to talking about the gameplay soon, I swear). Sam can sense BTs and “repatriate” if he dies, so the dying president of the United States begs him to crisscross the country connecting cities in an Internet, but also magic, chiral network called the United Cities of America. Also, if he could deliver some packages along the way and save the presidents daughter who has been captured by terrorists on the West Coast, that would be grand. Thanks!

While the game goes deep on its mystical technobabble, it seems remarkably unconcerned with the interesting questions of how society or government actually functions in this post-apocalyptic world. Theres a president, but she seems to serve as a cult-of-personality totem more than a real leader with power. We never get to see inside these shining KNOTs on a hill, which somehow seem able to operate with some extremely advanced technology despite the destruction of all existing infrastructure. We also dont get to see inside the homes of the scattered preppers who somehow rode out the post-Death Stranding world outside of the KNOTs.

Instead of holding up a twisted mirror to society, Kojima uses his sci-fi future as a means to let his characters pontificate in extremely direct and unsubtle grand philosophical statements, full of dramatic imagery and botched attempts at symbolism (and occasional memorable imagery). Most of these focus on the need for human connection, a blunt “we live in a society” statement writ large.

“If we dont come together again, humanity will not survive,” the president says in one characteristically unsubtle statement of the games core thesis. “Humans arent made to be alone,” another character says at one point, as if it was the most profound thing in the world. “Theyre supposed to come together. To help one another.”

The voice and motion capture cast does its best to give this material some life, soldiering on through countless “tell dont show” diatribes that often focus on their characters own out-of-nowhere sci-fi powers. But theres very little real human drama for the cast to hang their hats on; they're dealing with an excess of unnatural dialogue to fight through. When the game does attempt to dive into a characters backstory or motivations, the result is almost always ridiculously overwrought, complete with swelling musical cues that try their best to evoke utterly unearned emotion through ridiculous circumstance.

If you dont think about it too hard, perhaps you can let the contrived pseudoscientific theories, pop philosophy, and overly direct symbolism wash over you. But if youre hoping for a coherent, well-told plot full of relatable characters, you have to look elsewhere.

I took a walk

To fulfill the presidents dying wish, Sam spends the bulk of Death Stranding trudging across the vast empty spaces between Americas remaining cities, delivering packages and connecting sites to the chiral network. And I do mean trudging. Frequently, youll spend upwards of 10, 20, 30-plus minutes walking alone from point A to point B (and, quite often, right back to point A afterward).

And these arent Red Dead Redemption-style relaxing moseys, full of quality music and conversation to pass the time. Instead, in Death Stranding, they're long, lonely stretches devoid of any other virtual soul or even any background music (though when the game does drop some original, ethereal music to highlight a key checkpoint, its uniformly excellent). You do eventually get access to vehicles and other items that help speed up the trip, but theyre only usable while their electricity and the clear terrain allow. Otherwise, its just another slow slog from place to place.

To be sure, it can be a beautiful slog. Death Strandings environmental designers have taken the excellent Horizon: Zero Dawn rendering engine and used it to create a stunningly rich world where every few minutes seems to grant an entirely new vista showing the hauntingly beautiful, amazingly naturalistic view of the devastation. This filters all the way down to Sams walking and running animations, which handle the rough terrain with a level of detail and accuracy that has to be seen in motion to be fully appreciated.

Keeping your balance across that terrain actually becomes one of the games core foci during these lengthy walks. Sam will trip and fall if you run too fast over boulder-strewn ground, slip down if you try to climb a slick vertical slope, and slide off his feet completely if you try to ford a river thats too deep and fast. Using the shoulder buttons and analog stick to maintain Sams equanimity is essential, as is finding the flattest and least rubble-strewn path through the devastation. After a while, it makes you realize how much you take easy locomotion for granted in other games (and in real life, after a long play session—how do legs work, anyway?).

Death Stranding also focuses an amazing but ultimately unfulfilling level of simulation detail on micromanagement of Sams condition. You have to actively maintain everything from Sams stamina and endurance to the wear on his shoes, the fullness of his bladder, and the stress level of the attached BB. The condition of your parcels is also important, so youd better pack some magical repair spray to keep them in top shape. Managing all this isnt so much difficult as it is annoying, a description that also serves for a good deal of the game.

Get out of my way

There are only two serious external hazards that occasionally interrupt the gentle, man-vs-nature reverie of Sams endless hikes. The first is the presence of BTs in the area, indicated by a rainstorm and the frantic pinging of an antenna connected to your umbilical BB.

These sections reach back a little into Kojimas Metal Gear Solid roots, requiring Sam to sneak through without disturbing the floating BTs by getting too loud or too close. But theres no radar to monitor or barriers to hide behind. Read More – Source