Let's be real, here: One game in that franchise kicks ass.
Kane and Lynch: Dead Men was so fucking refreshing when we were in the midst of shooter after shooter of heroic wisecracking jerkmen mowing down hundreds. I'd rather just play as absolute assholes with mountains upon mountains of issues all coming undone while blasting away cops and other perfectly good, innocent people just doing their job.
Also, let's hope and pray that Hulkamania doesn't run wild on the security of Patrick Klepeck's job.
WELL LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING BROTHER, THAT STRINGBEAN SCOOPS DOESN'T KNOW JACK ABOUT SMACK. THAT'S WHY KOTAKU HAS SENT ME, ALONE, RAW AND UNCENSORED TO THE VERY BOWELS OF VILLAINY NERDOM TO CONFRONT THE VERY CORPORATE BEHEMOTHS THAT WISH TO DESTROY THE AMERICAN DREAM, AND MAKE YOU PLAY BAD VIDEOGAMES, BROTHER. NOW TWEET YOUR HASHTAGS, CHUG YOUR GAME FUELS, AND TAKE YOUR DLCS IF YOU WANT TO BE LIKE ME, AT THE PRIME OF MY CAREER, AS I CHALLENGE PHIL SPENCER TO A YAPAPI STRAP MATCH, BROTHER.