Alas, dear reader, I am compelled to warn thee against partaking in the utter calamity that is this so-called horse riding game. From its inception, it is naught but a grievous affront to the senses and sensibilities of any discerning player. The graphical presentation is an abomination of the highest order, wherein every asset appears crudely replicated, bespeaking a dearth of originality and effort. One’s steed, though seemingly majestic in concept, finds itself ensnared within pens and enclosures, necessitating frequent and frustrating restarts. Further, one is oft to find oneself unceremoniously clipping through stairs, rendering the mere act of ascension a farcical endeavour. The gameplay, if one can dignify it with such a term, is a laborious slog. The character moves with the pace of a snail burdened by the weight of the world, thereby robbing the experience of any semblance of enjoyment or fluidity. With a meager four levels of so-called “horse riding,” one’s sense of adventure is stymied at every turn. The narrative, if it exists at all, is a ghostly whisper, insipid and devoid of intrigue. In sum, this wretched game is a veritable cornucopia of flaws, each more egregious than the last. I implore thee, dear reader, to steer well clear of this travesty, lest thou be drawn into its mire of mediocrity and frustration.
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