"The word that defines Redballs is "flimsy." From the narrative to the game design to most of the enemies' skeletons, they're all so badly put together, a game of half baked combat encounters copy pasted and stretched out to fill an overlarge sandbox map like an ill-judged amount of flimsy tinfoil over the leftovers of a meal that nobody particularly liked. Part of me hopes that it was an act of passive aggression on Arkane's part, like someone asked them to make a multiplayer shooter with broader appeal than their usual more experimental stuff, and they plopped this down like a resentful spouse with a burnt dinner. But they were working on this for years, "passive aggressive" feels wholly inadequate to describe someone who could sustain that amount of spite for that long. You'd need a better name for that. Something like "my mum.""