Sex and death, the beginning and the end: entwined irrevocably like cheese and pineapple at some terrible cocktail party of the soul. But sometimes life's various beginnings and ends loom so large we forget about the in-between: life itself. And yes, repressed religious delusionals, we mean you. You won't like this. Along comes Hitman: Contracts, full of both extremes, in a clear attempt to delay us even further from fruitfully living the in-between. Just think, you could vacuum the stairs and
Slumped on the floor of his Paris apartment, a white-hot bullet grating against his ribs, 47 finds himself with little to do but think. And as time spins out before him, he finds himself reviewing a life spent in the game of death. It's a mucky old game, this hitman lark. And 47 has been so very,
very busy.That's how Hitman: Contracts opens, setting a wholly retrospective scene. The game isn't a new chapter in the Hitman tale: it puts you through some of the most grisly and shocking missions
