A funny thing happened while I was playing
Batman: Arkham Origins. Set five years before the original
Batman: Arkham Asylum game, we see a young,
fresh-faced massively bitter Bruce Wayne still enjoying the "Batman is a myth" aspect of being a costumed do-gooder who only goes out at night, while the cops are determined to stop the rise in crime committed by people in colorful outfits as well as take in this crazed mercenary dressed like Dracula but understanding the whole "transforms into a bat, not dresses like one" thing.
You have the same game play as in previous games, with a few little touches here and there. Batman's more of a rookie, so he doesn't have quite the same massive skill set, though he's still busting out double take downs when he couldn't do it in the original game.
But here's the funny thing.
Halfway through the game, I stopped having fun.
And I think I could pretty much just leave the review there and call it a night, but I think I need to explain
why I stopped having fun.
