A kicked-then-shot gangster gives you 250 points, and the words 'BULLET KICK' in bold yellow letters on your screen. Did I mention I was standing at the edge of a cliff? I didn't tell him, either.Ī shot gangster gives you ten points. At the last second, before his leaking body crumpled into my own, I'd stand aside and laugh as he sailed off the lip of a cliff. I'd let him stand up, shake himself off, then snatch him again. A few shells in the scrotum, and back he'd go, booted in the direction he'd just come by my big shoe.
A moment of panic on his stupid face, and he'd be floating in my direction, legs akimbo. I'd pick my victim and reach across the space between us with a line of blue energy. I quickly slipped into a routine of applied sadism. Both methods lead to a few glorious seconds of slow-motion, your chosen target drifting serenely through the air, their vital and squishy bits open to any punishment you fancy unloading. Apply your foot to the face of a foe and they'll fly away. Fire the leash at an enemy and you'll grab them and yank them toward you. The farting fat man isn't Bulletstorm's only trump: in addition to a gun, you have an electric leash, and a big fucking boot. But you should know that you're playing it wrong.
Play the game as you're conditioned to play shooters – run to cover and pop your targets with concentrated gunfire – and Bulletstorm is an incredibly dull game. Bulletstorm's standard rifle – the jokingly named Peacemaker Carbine – is a bullethose that takes a good few seconds to wipe the head from even the flimsiest foe. On my first attempt, I had a gun, I pointed it at the stream of mutants who wanted to murder my space-hero, and I pressed the trigger until they fell down. But 'anarchy' is a misnomer: despite the blood and guts and arses, both the cooperative-only multiplayer mode and ten hour singleplayer campaign demand restraint and discipline unheard-of in other FPS games.īulletstorm is maliciously playful, but it takes a while for your brain to accept that. As a unit, we've kicked, shot, and giant-electric-lassoed hundreds of disfigured, disgusting gangsters in Anarchy mode. We've finished wave 20 of Bulletstorm's cooperative multiplayer mode and made a man shit himself to death.
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