the late ‘90s. A time when boy bands ruled the charts and Sony was blessing us with the PlayStation. But sometimes, even the stars get it wrong. Welcome to the watery world of *360: Three Sixty*—a futuristic racing game that redefines what it means to crash and burn… literally.
Players cruise through soggy circuits in one of eight hover ships, each boasting unique stats like speed, armor, and agility—think of them as the school nerd, the jock, and the class clown of the hovercraft world. Levels are a bit like trying to eat spaghetti while riding a rollercoaster: chaotic, slippery, and guaranteed to leave you feeling messy. The gameplay includes traditional racing modes—like tournaments and time trials—so you can clock your buddies with the finesse of a ninja or blast them with an arsenal of weapons. Can you fire backward? Yes! Because nothing says ‘I’ll show you’ quite like shooting your friend right in the face while you drive away. Power-ups are scattered around like broken promises; grab them and show no mercy to your opponents! But watch out; the physics of turning and acceleration might make you feel like your hover ship is auditioning for a circus act.
In a time when graphics were Queen, *Three Sixty* takes a dive, and it’s not a graceful one. The visuals are reminiscent of a ‘90s home movie shot on a potato, making the water feel more like gelatin and the ships look like they were pulled from an episode of a low-budget space sci-fi. The textured water effects might persuade you they tried, but the 'couldn't even' vibe lingers heavily. It’s like the developers said, 'We’ll throw in some blue and call it an ocean!' If *Three Sixty* were a painting, it would be abstract art—confusing and open to interpretation.
So, what’s the verdict for *360: Three Sixty*? It’s a sinking ship in the sea of video games, drowning in its own mediocrity. With a notable score of 2 out of 10 from *PlayStation: The Official Magazine*, it’s safe to say that if you were looking for a captivating racing game, you’re better off racing your grandma in a go-kart. Grab a towel, have a laugh, and perhaps stick to the classics! This time, you’re not going for a spin; you’re just going for a splash.