They’re so familiar to your average shooter fan that it’s like cuddling up in a comfort blanket, albeit one stained with the blood of your enemies. The missions are simple, all boiling down to ‘kill someone’, ‘kill everyone’, or ‘blow something up’. The surroundings have clearly got to your enemies too: they spend their time wandering suicidally into your line of fire or leaning stubbornly on combustible barrels, praying for a bullet to hit. Note to art guy: cutting and pasting the same shrub 200 times does not an African savannah make. You spend your time stomping around deserts and urban environments that have been so badly neglected they could pen a best-selling misery memoir. It’s a mix and match storyline of civil war, rebels and radioactive waste, but thankfully, no Bob Geldof. In a daring departure from the dusty streets of Generistan, the story is set in the dusty streets of West Africa.
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