| Reception | |
|---|---|
| Aggregate scores | |
| Aggregator | Score |
| GameRankings | 75.60% (PC) |
| Metacritic | 74% (PC) |
| Review scores | |
| Publication | Score |
| Eurogamer | 6/10 (PC) |
| GameSpot | 6.9/10 |
| IGN | 7.5/10 (PC) |
Shadowgrounds received mixed but generally positive reviews, holding a MobyGames rank of 73, MetaCritic score of 74, and a GameRankings rank of 75.60%. While the game was generally praised for its successful recreation of classic top down shooter gameplay, it was criticized as being somewhat repetitive as well as being sometimes overly difficult, especially due to its lack of a standard saving system. The game's plot was criticized for being too simplistic or not presented well enough to hold one's interest.
Reaction to the game's atmosphere was mixed, with some reviewers finding the game genuinely frightening, while others found it unimpressive or found its presentation simply not as competent or successful as it was implemented in similar games such as the Doom series, to which Shadowgrounds was often compared. Critics generally thought favourably of the game's graphics, which were complimented for being rich and detailed, especially for a budget title. The game's music and sound effects were praised; Lordi guitarist Amen played guitar on the official Shadowgrounds soundtrack, which was composed by Ari Pulkkinen.
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