It’s some fucked up shit, I’m not denying that.
The last thing his eyes ever see is his own headless body, slumping to the ground. You drop down, hide in the shadows, activate your invisibility to blend in with the darkness, walk up behind with steady steps, he turns at the last moment… You could just drop down take them head on…but where’s the fun in that? No, the best hits are the silent ones, the ones that kill them before they even know they’re being killed. This is when the game’s at its best you leap from building to building, scaling stories with each bound, hunting down your enemies. Too many wrong turns, a witness left alive…done.īut it’s not like every mission is an exercise in stupidity, a good chunk have you doing just doing what killing machines are meant to do. It’s not the end of the world if you get caught once or twice, but you have to make sure not make much noise the louder things get, the closer it gets to game over. And since you’re an eight-foot-tall alien with dreadlocks, being subtle isn’t the easiest thing. Chances are, when you come to that all-important mission where you don’t want to be detected until you want to be detected, your stealth abilities hit the fluke, forcing you to sneak around the old-fashioned way. Or at least it would be easy if the invisibility worked when you needed it to. You can slice and you can dice you can maim and you can maul, but you can’t do that all the time and it won’t always be easy: You’ve got to employ a little tact.īeing a Predator’s not just about killing people, it’s about sneaking around and then killing people. You haven’t seen shit until you’ve seen a human body stripped off flesh, hanging on a billboard like fresh meat…which it is, in a way.Īnd you really, truly, honestly have not seen shit until you seen a Predator grab someone by the legs and head, raised them above his head, twist them at the waist, and break them in two pieces like a rotten twig.
You haven’t seen shit until you’ve seen a human skull ripped out with one sweeping motion, spine and all. You think you’ve seen violence in videogames? You think headshots are the pinnacle of polygon pain? Think again. Killing people is a time-honored tradition among the average gamer, and nobody kills people better than a Predator. You can only hunt in specific area, only explore sections of the city with each mission, and there’s never any down-time: You’re given objectives to complete, complete them or wander around endlessly in what little space you have. Things aren’t quite what they seem as you leap from rooftop to rooftop, you’ll notice that things are limited. At first you might think this is another one of those sandbox games, like Grand Theft Auto with aliens, a free-roaming world to hunt and maim and kill…which, of course, sounds like a bitching idea. The game puts you in the shoes of this unnamed ass-kicker from another world and drops you in the middle of a sprawling city.
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Turns out that somebody needs their ass whipped and their skin stripped. Turns out that some humans found his stuff, modified it, and turned it into war weapons.
Turns out that the last time our hellish hero was on Earth, he left some of his toys behind. Turns out they’ve got a job for him, a way to win back his honor. His brother’s come back after a few decades, and guess what? He’s still breathing, still in one piece, and still doing fine without their candy asses. He’s the personification of annihilation, the embodiment of disembowelment, and he’s not about to just roll over and die. He comes back to his ship after a human hunt goes wrong, and instead of comforting him like family ought, what do his fellow Predators do? They dump him on hostile alien planet, give him a spear…one lousy spear…for protection, and leave him there alone, letting him fend for himself as dozens of very large and very hungry aliens come bearing down on him.īut he’s tough he rolls with it. Just ask the one you’re playing as in Predator: Concrete Jungle. They make it look so cool going around killing people, bitch-slapping Danny Glover and Arnold Schwarzennegar, collecting human skulls and screaming at the top of their lungs after every kill.īut, in real-life, the Predators (which are officially called Yautja in comics and books and such) are a bunch of hard-asses.
Oh, you wouldn’t know it to look at the movies. Predator: Concrete Jungle (PlayStation 2) review