Don’t Bite the Sun

A whole new you.

All things must come to an end.

A big, big galaxy.

A small but annoying symbol.

Don’t worry. This is not the Greek dungeon of torment.

Enough fingers for almost a full hand. Almost.

Think of this guide as a map map.

Moving around the galaxy at light speed.

Do you want more dead raptidons on your conscience?

We’re answering your distress signal about not being able to find the distress signal.

Study up.

Hide and go seek but with more murder.

Pay up.

For science!

Party up.

Can you make this a third-person shooter?

And 2011 was a good year.

Not every game wants to be Red Dead.