The game's not going to get your adrenaline pumping. It's not Generic Shooter X on steroids, or By The Numbers RPG on speed. It's the kind of game Postman Pat would have made had he tried bedroom coding as a kid. It's like a long walk on a Sunday afternoon: There's no rush because the beef's got at least another hour in the oven and the football won't be on for another two. 15-year-old chavs should be forced to play A Boy and His Blob after they put videos of themselves having a fit over Modern Warfare 2 on the internet.