The only PS5 game I've successfully Platinumed this year so far is, drumroll, My Little Pony: A Maretime Bay Adventure. It's worth saying up front that I have nothing against the game's charming 'Earth Pony' protagonist Sunny, her merry band of rainbow-haired and four-legged friends, or her noble quest to "bring the magic of the Maretime Bay Day festival back to Equestria". But it's safe to say that Hasbro and Melbot Studios' whimsical 3D adventure isn't my usual cup of tea when it comes to video games.
It is, however, that of my four-year-old daughter. She loves all forms of My Little Pony. She has dozens of plastic figures that hide in the living room carpet and torture my bare feet in some sort of twisted small horse rendition of Toy Story. She has a wardrobe of clothes plastered with their bright-eyed faces, and bedsheets and pillowcases to match; and she has a profile on our family Netflix subscription where the heroes of Equestria (and their brainworm theme tune) are a constant fixture. My daughter has absolutely loved her time combing all corners of A Maretime Bay Adventure over the last several weeks. And, given that this is the first time we've properly bonded over video games, I've absolutely loved it too.
