Well done Bethesda and Arkane!
A digital turd plopped out of steam's servers and landed on my hard drive yesterday morning. The stench of a rushed PC launch and incompetency hangs in the air, sticking to the back of my throat like a tankard of whale-oil.
DISCLAIMER: I am the biggest fanboy of Dishonored and played through the first game so many times I even uploaded a "speed run" of one of the levels. NERD ALERT NERD ALERT HA HA!
Dishonored 2 is fucked. The performance took me by surprise when I stepped out onto the roofs of Dunwall and dropped down to 30fps.
"How odd" I proclaimed to myself as I took in the slideshow; maybe it's a new type of interactive storytelling like a 3d comic book or a gloryhole where instead of a penis poking through the hole an overly large turd is crammed through, squeezed and mushed out like play-dough, with an extra centimeter being exposed every second, at the apex of encounter when you think it can't possibly get worse a single straw is poked through the log by the pervert on the other side of the wall, you peer closer to see what's inside - wiping away the tears - and from the other side a tortured voice whispers:
"mouse smoothing"
Fuck me I feel like I am controlling a robot with narcolepsy. The mouse settings don't do shit except make it more annoying. The patch better change the text from "Sensitivity" to "Rage Meter".
So this morning I was looking around to see if there was something the PC plebs could do to actually be able to play the game, some kind of human sacrifice or similar, and I found an article that linked to a Bethesda site where they were apparently espousing their deep knowledge by encouraging you to reformat your PC and double check your asshole to make sure it's gaped wide enough for the thorough dicking you were about to receive.
I mean, I am guessing at this point because I couldn't reach the article, I accidentally, with my fat rage-filled fingers, pressed the Enter key before hitting the final number of my year of birth to pass the age gate, and their wonderfully coded website accepted that I was born in the year 198, and then refused to give me access to the site, apparently immortal demigods aren't welcome at the Bethesda webportal.
Well, go suck a turd through a gloryhole, Bethesda. Arkane can give you a reach-around.