Gamer Limit writes: "Every now and again I like to think that, on the whole, mankind hasn't done too badly for itself. We may not be plumbing the depths of deep space just yet, but the amount of our own we've killed in the name of some unseen deity or profitability is a record we can be doubly proud of. Doubly, because any creature wishing to challenge us for the record must first climb its way up to the top of the food chain - and last time I looked, there was no space beside me for an ocelot. And secondly; that number just keeps on getting higher, yet there's somehow an overpopulation problem. 1-0 MonkeyMan.
Yet for all our aspiring simian shenanigans and the desire to strive forward and answer questions that keep us high and mighty in our glass towers of crapulence, we seem deadly skilled at undermining the very thing we seek to achieve with our understanding; our humanity. And proof can be found in the latest hype engorged poison chalice of DLC."