Red Faction Guerrilla Review

If this Youtube video gives you the horn, I’d suggest purchasing Red Faction Guerrilla.

Standing knee-deep in rubble as the world collapses around your ears – this, dear reader, is the definition of balls-out masculinity. Forget Master Chief. All Alec Mason needs to save the day is a sledgehammer and a pair of bollocks the size of wrecking balls.

Any criticisms about the hackneyed plot fade in to insignificance once you’ve levelled your first chimney stack. Five well-placed blows from your sledgehammer – surely the most satisfying and tactile tool in the history of gaming – and down it comes. Destruction is the name of the game. And it’s destruction on a vast, unending scale, with an increasingly devastating arsenal of weapons at your disposal.

Verdict
At long last! The question that’s been puzzling scientists and pop stars alike can finally be answered: YES, there IS life on Mars. And thankfully, Mars is a fucking hoot. To save your planet, you have to blow it up! How gloriously barmy.