In terms of core values, core plot and core play, Invisible War is the direct heir to Deus Ex. Set 20 years on from the original and after a worldwide collapse, global society is getting back on its feet. You play a nanotech-modified trainee at something called 'The Tarsus Academy'.
Shortly after the opening of the game, you find yourself flying the nest and trying to work out what's actually going on in the world. Conspiracy and control are the two major plot threads.
Sitting down to
In the ideal world, the perfect prison-break game would involve a high-security slammer solely for highly dangerous rogue Christina Aguilera clones, Britney as the butch-yet-golden-hearted warden, and enforced communal showers. It would be a game where you broke into prison, naturally.
The Chronicles Of Riddick: Escape From Butcher Bay is, however, like most prison games, a game about breaking out of prison. It's also the prequel to Vin Diesel flick Pitch Black and sequel, The Chronicles Of
"I can't shoot there, Sarge." Simple, scary and powerful words. When you hear them in Brothers in Arms, be assured that they carry more weight than Vanessa Feltz's slippers.
You're hunkered down behind a hedge with your fire team, bullets whistling past your ears. There are two machine gun emplacements buried deep in the foliage up ahead and you can barely make out the landscape, let alone the whites of their eyes.
You went out on a limb to get round the back and Hartsock and Leggett can't
For the uninitiated, Fight Night 2004 stood out because of a little gimmick called 'Total Punch Control'. Surprisingly, unlike 'First Touch Control' and the 'Golden Eye' this was genuinely revolutionary.
By moving the punching mechanism from buttons to the right analogue stick, and then by patenting it (the sneaky blighters), they revolutionised the boxing game by adding a rhythmic reality to each blow.
Round 2 has sensibly tweaked this system and addressed the rather confused presentation of
Have you ever had that dream? You know, the one where you're running down a hill really fast, and then suddenly the ground disappears from beneath you and, by jiminy, you're flying! Except you're not flying, you're falling, limbs flailing uselessly as you plummet. Then you wake, drenched with sweat.
Perhaps it's just us. Anyway, Rallisport Challenge 2 has plenty of moments like that. Except for the waking-up bit. You're piling up a hill at blimey miles per hour and your strangely calm and
When one swears inappropriately, starts pissing in public or generally socially misbehaves, do you still laugh? Well, if you're a bloke, of course you do, we're like that... but broadly speaking it's probably a period of your life you left behind at say, the age of 14.
If, on the other hand, the laughing-at-fart-and-knob-jokes stage of your life is very much still in full swing, then have we got a game for you.
Conker Reloaded is one curse-filled adventure in a filthy fantasy world that
Poor old Medal of Honor. The much-decorated series that kick-started our obsession with first-person shooter war games has recently seen the likes of Call of Duty and Brothers in Arms demote it from a celebrated Rommel to a lowly gameshow cheat Major Charles Ingram. After the well-received but underwhelming Rising Sun, EA's cheeks must have been burning with shame. Enter European Assault.The linear, scripted narrative of previous MOHs has vanished, replaced by massive open battlefields, a more
There comes a time when the world confronts you with deep, meaningful, searching questions, that only you can answer. Who am I? What is my life all about? Is it wrong to go five days without changing into a clean pair of underpants? (We'd have to say yes to that.)But, perhaps most important of all: does it bother me that the game I just shelled out thirty five notes for lasts only seven hours? Seven. You could spend longer in the bath. It's the classic tale of 'just as things were getting
You can't always pick out a good wrestler on looks alone. Take Mick Foley - he looks like your fat, friendly uncle, but he's been WWE champ, Japanese King of the Deathmatch, and appeared in some of the most memorable matches of all time. Compare him to Nathan Jones - huge bloke, more muscles than a seafood buffet, couldn't wrestle to save his life. See where we're going here?If you said we were going 'straight up Wrestlemania's candy ass with a shiny size thirteen wrestling boot', you'd be
When a game insists on titillating us with a cute heroine and knicker flashes three times a second from the start, we generally get out the Crap-O-Meter and give the thing time to warm up. As ever, the readings shot off the scale, but with Nellis busy playing Miami Vice nearby ("I love it, but I'll never know why!") and Pete and Hoody locked in an intense game of Ludo, we had to give the game more of a fighting chance. And, wouldn't you know, it was worth it. The first level, you see, is about