Three prices: BARGAIN (easier, score x0.5), REGULAR PRICE (the game as it was, score x1) and FULL PRICE (harder, score x1.5). Pick one in the options; the daily challenge stays at REGULAR PRICE. On a phone held sideways the price under your score stays clear of the buttons.
Two losses in a row? The defeat screen offers BARGAIN, no shame. Win once and FULL PRICE opens.
A passer-by now films the fight over your shoulder with his phone held upright, screen lit, always in sight on a phone, clear of the buttons. On a big moment he calls CLIP!, and that moment comes up first among your clips. Hit him by mistake and he runs off hunched, his phone hugged to his chest. His bubble, like everyone's, stays beside him, off the hero and the boss.
The day's board: finish the daily challenge, sign with three initials and see where you stand among everyone. Only your best try of the day counts. The challenge card on the title holds still under the mouse, a key, a pad or a finger.
The marchers with signs no longer turn back at every scare: they step away from the looters, then walk on the way they were going, and the next group comes on time.
New look for THE BATTERING RAM: black tracksuit with green reflective stripes, a full-face helmet with a shiny smoked visor, the torn shutter slung over his shoulders. He stands out from the looters at a glance. Hit him hard and you will hear about his helmet.
A rare visitor sometimes slips into a march, at the back of the group, his sign a little too perfect. Spot the odd one out, but hit a real marcher and you pay.
Nobody raises an arm any more: the crowd claps on big moments, a scared passer-by presses his hands to his chest, blows, falls and guards keep the arms down, and loot is carried off at chest height, never over the head. On the victory screen and in the PS5 super's cut-in, the manager now holds the console in both hands in front of his chest, ready to swing. A knocked-out looter flies off tumbling with his arms folded against his chest. Nobody kneels any more either: a beaten looter turns coward, backs off on his feet waving a little white flag at his chest (spare him for MERCIFUL!), some cowards pull it out on their own when their mates go down, and the van's owner stamps his foot, hands on his hips.
