IBTimes UK | I love Destiny. It's somehow managed to bypass the cynical, suspicious-of-AAA, fed up with standard game design part of my brain and plug into a tiny, flickering synapse somewhere that still gets off on finding loot and collecting points. I don't know how it's happened – maybe it's because, on PS4, Destiny looks incredible – but this game has got to me. I can see all of it's little ploys in action, all that grubby meat and potatoes design, just trying to drag me in for one more hour, but I don't care. It's beaten me. I just want to play it.