
You're psychically contacted by an unknown force (instantly recognisable if you've played the first game, permanently baffling and never really explained if you haven't) who bends you to his will. 2, you meet up with your clone allies when everything starts to go wrong. Having left many and varied foes in bloody puddles in a sequence closer and more personal than the stompy Mech outings of F.E.A.R. games started life as a coded warning about the imminent global financial meltdown. In fact, such is Monolith's ongoing fascination with interrupted construction work you'd almost think that the F.E.A.R. You're Foxtrot 813, and you've been sent down in a Mech from an orbital drop to land on the top of an unfinished skyscraper and run amok on a destructive tour of roof-tops, lift shafts and building sites. The set-up is that you play as a soldier in one of the game's several (entirely interchangeable) armies of cloned and snarling black leather, at some point after the destruction of the city of Auburn.
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Experience, a series of gulps of whiskey as opposed to the original game's lengthy pint. So how about the Reborn DLC? Well it is, of course, more of the same: two hours of new, yet familiar, set-pieces. Has any game series ever got quite so much mileage out of different-coloured visors? Doubtful. If they're shouting 'F********k!' while this process is ongoing then the game's OK by me. Trap me in an enclosed oblong for eight hours or so and I'll be happy as Larry, just as long as it feels good to shoot men's legs off in slow motion. Personally, I'm a sucker for skirting boards. Some people don't mind corridors though, as long as they've been tarted up a bit. If you're from the school of thought that demands originality and the obliteration of all gun emplacement sections in your gaming, then that spot of the old Alma ultra-violence certainly wasn't for you. 2 was a rudimentary and linear journey of violent slo-mo decapitation that brought diddly-squat to the table of gaming. He's right in what he says, of course - I'm not going to deny it. Should they ever be boxed up in a poxy old corridor they have a right old moan - just as Kieron Gillen did back in Eurogamer's 5/10 review of F.E.A.R. They've been to more exotic places, places like fields or car parks, where their wanderings are undisturbed.


They've been through so many of them that they've all blended into one endless route from A to B.
