I get some nails. I get a staff. I go to a workbench, and put them together. It’s a staff with nails in it. I’m excited. I take my new weapon, and approach a zombie. I raise it above my head, and throw it at the zombie, killing it. I go to retrieve my prized weapon, looking forward to the many zombie encounters we have ahead of us. It’s sticking out from some foliage, so I go to pick it up. I can’t pick it up. I see it. It’s there, but I can’t pick it up. I leave it, disappointed. This pretty much sums up my entire experience with Dead Island Riptide. Like the tide, it’s high and low. Happy, then sad; joyous, then infuriating.