Listen, it's a Worms game. It's the same as every other Worms game. It has exploding sheep and comedy regional accents. That's the joke, take it or leave it. It's the gaming equivalent of Peter Kay - impossible to hate, but equally impossible to love, and whenever it pops up and does something you can't help but be surprised it's still going.

Imagine a world without Worms games. It'd be exactly the same, except without Worms games. If you woke up in an alternate reality tomorrow, a universe which didn't have Worms games, it'd take you at least a decade to notice.

You'd say "but I remember playing this, you had teams of little worms, and they had exploding sheep and comedy regional accents, it was brilliant".


"Well, not brilliant. It was fun for a bit. In the 90s. Don't you remember?"

"No. Oh, by the way, I need that report on my desk by 5pm."



You'd wonder if you had imagined Worms. It may occur to you that you had somehow woken up in a parallel universe. Life would continue as normal. You'd have the same house, the same job, the same clothes, the same TV, the same parents. Barack Obama would still be president. Roller Derby still wouldn't be a televised sport. Human civilisation would still be blissfully hurtling toward an extinction-level apocalypse of its own making. Your grandchildren will still be forced to murder each other with sharpened twigs for the last thimble of clean water in the northern hemisphere.

The sheep still explode, the airstrikes are still mildly satisfying, you can still do that double-tap backwards jump, the tacked-on single player stuff is still a pointless load of bollocks - this time narrated by a weird Lara Croft parody which completely fails to land. The press release reliably informs us that it runs in 1080p at sixty frames per second, which is nice.

It's a Worms game.

Version tested: PS4. Played for 3 hours.