Molotov Cupcake writes:
"A long time ago, in a bedroom far, far away, I was a younger, less corrupted and less jaded version of myself. Dad had just introduced me to the original Max Payne, complete with a matching mouse pad emblazoned with Max's face, the game's logo, and yellow police tape lining the bottom. After several pages of hype via magazines and internet research, the both of us had eagerly awaited its release. Gritty police drama? Yes, please. Bullet time? OH MY GOD, YES PLEASE! Back then, Max Payne's stylish gunplay was laced with my delusions of grandeur and hopeful glances toward the future. I believed the elements introduced with this third-person shooter were truly the face of what was to come, and something unique to keep an eye on. Of course, back then every third-person shooter didn't look like an exact carbon copy of the one before it."
LOL Your rants are always high-larious!
Why are a lot of action games moving from American city streets to dirty third-world ghettos?