HeadHunters is the kind of party game that feels like it was designed during a sugar rush and then polished during a caffeine crash. It’s chaotic, silly, mechanically sharper than it first appears, and absolutely committed to one bit: you are the head. No character select screen, no elaborate backstories, no lore dumps, just a disembodied noggin flinging itself across arenas, desperately trying to latch onto the nearest body like a parasitic LEGO brick. And honestly? It works