Saints Row: The Third
Along with some other games that are sucky and for babies, Saints Row 3 came out last night. I was lucky enough to attend a midnight release, lining up with the worst people in Belleville and some of my friends to get it. Among the cheeto-mumblings was talk of Assinass Creed: Bonerhood head 2 head, some dude with the beard of beards expounding on Oblivion for 20 minutes, and the loud, echoing horkings of a pretty girl spitting about 3 metres in front of her while hacking up lung and dragging on cigarettes. My kind of crowd.
Anyway, after that frightmare my friends and I took our golden cow of a game, indeed our sigil of a bright and violent future ahead home and waited half an hour while it installed on the PS3.
It's insatiably fun. I'm not posting any videos because the vast majority of you are shrieking man-women who would cower at anything that isn't lightning-excreting hands or Hat wearing men. Or maybe I don't think any of them do it justice. Or maybe I'm lazy. All viable possibilities.
It's a little slow at first, we spent about 30 minutes getting all of our shit together in the opening missions, but after that the world really opens up. I was pumped to do the first Professor Genki mission, which is a shoot 'em up mode where you have to fight men in beer bottle outfits and furries. It was fun, but the real joy comes form running around.
L2 functions as an 'awesome button'. If you hold it while walking, you sprint. If you hold it while jumping, you do this wicked sweet front flip thing that doesn't actually make sense. You also start out with about a billion different ways to face plant civillians and look stylin' while doing it.
So to answer your questions, yes, Daxter King, you should get it. It's GOTYAY until I find something else to get excited and weird about.
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