I’d worried that Legion’s be-anyone approach might turn its characters into the game’s loot - valued only for the skill or perk they bring to the team, and robbing us of anyone worth caring about. There you have all the ingredients that make Watch Dogs: Legion, somewhat to my surprise, a winning and worthwhile sequel, the third entry in yet another Ubisoft open-world stealth adventure series. A bit of a relationship, even, such that when I later lost Garba on a core story mission, I sent McCleary to finish the job as a tribute. That delightful subplot, down to the characters’ names and biographical details, was all emergent within the game, responsive to my choices and mistakes, and it gave McCleary and Garba a little more depth in my eyes. If you want curated lists of our favorite media, check out What to Play and What to Watch. When we award the Polygon Recommends badge, it’s because we believe the recipient is uniquely thought-provoking, entertaining, inventive, or fun - and worth fitting into your schedule. Polygon Recommends is our way of endorsing our favorite games, movies, TV shows, comics, tabletop books, and entertainment experiences. This time, Garba parked the electro-fist for a more discreet cloaking device. Then, her distraught friends kidnapped him, and I had to bring in Emeka Garba, a 23-year-old Tom Haverford-ish reality TV fameball, to save McCleary. Unfortunately, she was killed in the blast. This time I charged up an electro-fist, a one-hit KO, to obliterate the lone goon guarding Anderson. The core gameplay loop of Watch Dogs : Legion - sneak around, get the drop on the goons, stroll out triumphantly - is enjoyable enough that I was happy to do another rescue in the same location where I’d done the last.
McCleary easily slipped inside the gangster hideout where Anderson was being held. Anderson is also a gambling addict with bad debts, which led to her kidnapping. McCleary was assigned to rescue Lydia Anderson, a stage magician whose talent is using hypnosis to turn a foe friendly. Then Blake McCleary, my 58-year-old industrial designer, chugged a couple of eisbocks in a pub in Southwark, threw a round of darts, and went off to his next assignment for DedSec. That’s great, but absent pre-written player characters, developing in and changed by a narrative, would that mean I’d care about no one? Play as anyone, say the marketers, touting your ability to recruit literally anyone you meet on the street to your cyber-hacktivist cause. Watch Dogs: Legion’s elevator pitch to the player gave me pause.
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