Or "All aboard the Hype Train!"





Ign sold me a crock of shit, and here's the receipt. Now, I am not naive, and I understand that hyping a product can generate buzz which, in turn, can generate more hits to, and money for a website. However, I also understand that if a writer heralds a game as being "The first true next-gen experience," only to later recant that it is, actually, "...just another action title," he should either go back and add an "lol" to the end of the former, or get back on his meds, because nigga be all kinds of schizo.

If I sound bitter, it's only because I am. After reading the E3 preview, I, of course, hurried my lil' legs as fast as they would carry me to pre-order the game. After all, it's pretty hard to go wrong with the "First true next-gen experience." And that's where I fucked up. Don't misunderstand, it is a fun game in many respects, but unfortunately, even if I opened the box and a spectre of a bouncing Baby Jesus was dancing on the disk, it probably still wouldn't have been enough to match being hyped as the second coming of console games. And it wasn't. Oh god, it wasn't.

In conclusion, I suppose the moral of the whole sad story would be this: Opinions are like assholes; everyone's got one and most of them stink, but this mother fucker had two. That's just wrong.