Transport is at the heart of human civilization. From the early days of transportation… to the latest wonders of technology. Starting out is simple. But there is no limit to complexity. No matter where, no matter the challenge, Efficiency brings success. And progress never ends. Are you ready to connect the world? Transport fever free. There are memories meant to be brought back. Encounters never to be forgotten. Hello, Kate Walker. And adventures that should never end. Democracy burns. Super Earth has been invaded. The illuminate scourge lays waste to hallowed ground. Cities in ruins. Families torn apart. Flags disrespectfully soiled. Billions of votes have already been lost. Could this be the end of managed democracy? Not today. Now is the time for full mobilization. Every defender of peace, rally to arms. We will turn our streets into our battlefield. Our playgrounds. into our theater of war. We will form the clenched fist of democracy. And show them what true freedom is. Discipline, armed, and absolute. Join the fight. Super Earth needs you. What is this place? I’ve got to find something sharp. That’ll do. Where am I? Whoa! Fuck. What the hell is that? Madness. Oh, God. I’ve got to get out of here. Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen. Oh, you went out for a walk. You don’t understand it yet. Jesus, I will explain it. I will show you. All calling, redeemer of the world, have mercy on us. And your feet, we humbly fall. I was frightened, just like you are now. But I listened to him. This is paradise! How can’t you see that? You don’t get it. So there you are. I wake up in the same room. I don’t know where I am, but it feels like I’ve been here before. Each time I wake up, murder happens across the hallway. Stop! Wait! No! And every time I fail to stop it, I’m sent right back here, back to the beginning. I’m trapped, watching it play out. Over and over. Am I the one being killed? What am I not seeing? How many times will it take for all of this to end? Behold, Governor, Roman Grandeur. This is yours. Not this. This. This is the beginning of your journey, Governor, and the first step in building your legacy. Build across the land and build to great heights. Build according to Roman traditions. Build as far as the eye can see. Build A thriving economy. Build a strong military. And then embrace new lands and cultures. Your legacy will be remembered. It’s up to you, Governor. But first, you have to build it. Anno 117 Pax Romana. Wish list now. PlayStation. We’re so happy to tell you, our fans, that Hellblade 2 will be coming to PlayStation 5 this summer. This version of the game will include some new features, which will also be coming to Xbox and PC at the same time as an update. We have such incredible fans of Ninja Theory on PlayStation, going all the way back to the days of Heavenly Sword. And we’re so pleased that we can welcome PlayStation fans back to Senua’s story. And so the team have been working hard to optimise Hellblade 2 for both PlayStation 5 and PlayStation 5 Pro. to give you the very best experience we can. And we look forward to sharing more details with you soon. Elevator inbound. Might be the staff. Lights out. Freeze. Down on the ground now. Dumbass droids. What the fuck? DU ammo tracers. Combat droid signatures. This is the cleanup team. Letting get very fine. What could have done this to them? The containment database is toast. It’s been tampered with. It figures. We’ll have to hunt down answers the hard way. Do we even have clearance for this? Fire! Holy shit! Fall back! Go, go, go! close call, but it was worth it. This will come in handy. It knows our weaknesses. We need to act fast. Contact! We thought we had it all figured out. We were prepared for anything. But this place rewrites the rules. Did you find anything? Not yet. But the mob surely was furious. Listen, Aria, it doesn’t sound safe. Just go to the cops. They’ll help you. No, I think I’ll check in with myself first, then decide. Stubborn as always. Stay safe and keep calling. Yep. There you go. Seems right. If the museum was supposed to shut in June, why is it still closed? Only one way to find out. The code names point to Pantheon, but we need someone who can crack them. Time to see an old friend. All right, Adler, make me a deal. New World Order is at hand. Time to level the playing field. Tear them to pieces! Keep your heads on a gimbal for Greek songs. Get them before they hit you. Come on, big fella. Let’s paint the town red. No! Their demons falling apart! Silence, robot! What now? Time to deal with the devil. Lights, sirens, action! It’s showtime! Go make some space turtles! Casey Jones in the house! Googala! Googala! All the brains and all the prawn together. Oh man, this is fun. Turtles beat frogs every freaking time. Keep pushing forward, no matter what’s waiting for us. Cowabunga! Nah, I still don’t like saying it. Harsh, Casey, bro. Harsh. The. I’ll give it everything I’ve got. Witness true power, my ultimate blade. Tell me, Henry, do you believe in signs? I would say so. I believe in them. So do I. We were meant to meet. And I think that the fact you found me and saved me was no coincidence. Oh, no. You’ve got another job for me, haven’t you? You’ve been lying to me all this time and you dragged me into it. Aaron and Adso have set out on a quest as bold as it is doomed. On their journey, they’ll cross the scorched remains of Besakar Hamlet. Its streets are stocked by the Queen’s hunters and cursed souls, doomed to roam and spread only death in their wake. But something worse in this year. An ancient hunger thirsting for love. To face the Crimson Fort is madness. But it blocks the only path to Duria, the ancient city where fate pulls Aaron and Adso closer to the palace. Cursed long ago, its inhabitants endure a living death. Their bodies decayed, their minds broken. There’s nothing left in them but pain and violence. And yet… Deep within the ruins, someone may still live. Someone who hasn’t given up. The Doyen graves rise untouched by time. Solemn monuments carved by the first hands of human kind. For centuries, their towering tombs have held the silence of the dead. But now, that silence is broken. A necromancer’s core has roused the graves. The dead walk once more. They hunt one who has also awakened. and runs from eyes no longer blinded by death. Forged in blood and sand, the citadel of Tharis Munda still stands, a war-scarred monument to a forgotten age. Here, the ancient forgers once defeated the tyrant Thalmudak and his monstrous Athanatoi, ending an era of darkness beneath storm-split skies. They buried their enemies beneath the citadel. A warning, a boast. But they didn’t bury them deep enough. Now, Queen Nerea has stirred the sands and called the Athanatoi back to life, and they will be her sword against Aaron. On the icy shores of an ancient fjord, carved by the tides of the Forger’s Sea, stands Winter’s War. A fortress of frost and stone, silent beneath a sky of falling snow. Once it welcomed travelers on the path to the royal palace. Now it stands cold and abandoned. Long ago, royal caravans passed this way, through the dryad forest and up the cliffs where the palace rests. Here, Aaron was born and knew warmth, love, and Princess Nerea. And here, under a sky heavy with sorrow, his world shattered. This is where his exile began. PlayStation. Come on, don’t do this to me! Yes! Damn it, couriers! Oh, not again! That insufferable fool, just in time, is our biggest competitor. Oh, boy, here we go. Ah, which, amigo? I was lost in the beauty of this Maraminos Ofer, you know? Oh my god! If this is how you handle transport, then I’m not giving you one dollar! You’re nuts! This sombrero grande, it attracts much attention and leads me to many unexpected places. What’s this? Well, that’s a first. What the? Are you a boot short, Norman? I see everything. What the? You! Crap. Call the cops. This is deliver at all cops. How may I direct your call? PlayStation.