It’s when the Joy, the hallucinogenic pill at the core of the We Happy Few experience, wears off that the curtain drops and the colourful facades fall away, revealing a bleak world that looks long devoid of hope in post-war Britain. Fields that appeared to be in bloom return to their true state, dead and flattened from the bombardment and occupation by Germany, the alternate-history victors of the war.
This dreadful contrast, which lends itself so well to We Happy Few’s setting, is symbolic of the game’s problematic inner workings. It can go from a thriving, joyous experience to being a tiresome slog in a heartbeat, often smothering the game’s fleeting glimpses of fun with its broken A.I. and imperfect survival aspects that often hamstring the game’s momentum.