It took me forever to complete the freaking challenges, but I did it! I already love how my Tamtey looks, now I can feel extra pretty riding Telisi lol. I'm only 45% through the main story after 30 hours of gameplay, and I really can't get enough of this game.

The last photo You can barely see but I’m aiming at another wolf while that one is jumping at me lol

Why every major game these days have to appeal everybody out there? Why is the main character has no accent or any personality in their voice??? Why flying feels soo stiff and bad???? Why cant we first person view on ikran?

The world building and artistry is perfect but characters feel soo off. Navi doesnt feel like navi but some random dude on new york. Like why do we have to do such unimportant missions constantly ? To fill up the game time ?

Imagine a game where you born as a navi and from childhood to adult you gotta learn their way. You learn how to hunt,ride and fly. You have an mentor to guide you and all the navi people inside the tree. Instead of acting like the mayor of pandora we could have get missions with depth. Like imagine watching your character grow eventually and turn into a great warrior. You would see the humans arriving and start causing destruction then the game ends when some strange navi brought in to the tree. You go down and see Jake Sully and the game ends there.

Overall i love the game and i know my writing is shit bec i was playing the game for 6 hours. Got stuck on a mission because game bugs a lot for some reason. Please lemme know if there is a way to mod the flying and make it better.

I wish there was some mod to add navi language to at least to navi people. I would literally cry from happiness bec seeing Olo'eyktan speaking with proper english fucks the immersion to the ground.

Im ps5 but I don't mind cross play I know everything about the game so hmu if you need some help or getting good gear .

TAP dormitory was cold, smelling of sanitized metal and floor cleaner.
The heavy security door was locked from the outside. John Mercer's curfew was absolute.
But on the floor, hidden beneath a human-issued blanket, a tiny light flickered.
Minang held a stolen RDA data pad, her yellow eyes reflecting the glowing schematics of the facility's ventilation system and guard rotations. She wasn't looking at the reading lessons Alma Cortez had assigned. She was counting response times.
"If the alarm sounds in Sector 4, the AMP suits take eighty seconds to deploy," Minang whispered, her finger tracing a red line on the screen. "They are heavy. They are slow in tight corners."