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I played the game before I watched the movie. (I'm wierd.) It was kinda fun, even though I died alot...And I normally try to be very careful, in most games. The element of exploration made it feel almost RPG-esque, even though it's definitely not tactical. The missions/storyline was pretty cool....driving around NYC, mowing down civilian accidently, even though I tried not to, was kinda goofy. You could accidently (or "accidently") kill a lot of civilians before the police started to get angry...although I remember being chagrined that killing female civilians got you *twice* as many the-police-doesn't-like-you-points (or whatever the hell they were called) as killing male civilians did. (What, isn't my life worth anything? I'm gonna write a letter to someone, lolz.) But anyway, gradually taking over different fronts & rackets from rival families was pretty cool, although I kinda tried to do it gradually so as not to start a mob war. What, you're angry with me just because I'm trying to drive you into the dirt? What's with that? Anyway, it was very fun, in an unfocused, diffident kind of way. Like this review, I guess. ;)
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NO.
And you know-- mafia manners. That's right, fuckers on youtube, talk like they're in the mafia.
And they make me become so angry.... I just got in all down on paper, but I'm sure that you couldn't print it.
It's like exterminating parasites or something, you have to drain the swamp-- exterminate them.
You talk, like that, to me-- you're my enemy. Forever.
The fucking blind thug starts attacking this random girl for no reason, and I say something to the punk, so he says that I'm, get this, "projecting", like some big word he learned from his fag mafia friends who don't know what girls.... are, even.... when he wasn't getting cut up by broken bottles and getting his face mutilated-- god, I hope-- in fucking barfights, the mafia trash, this big bossman, right, that we all have to look up, and when he's not doing that, he's learning big dignified words like, "projecting"....
Projecting. Oh. Is that I'm what I'm doing.
I'm "projecting", because, actually, I'm the rapist, even though you're the one with the baseball bat in your hand, and the girl's blood on your fucking rags.
No, really, though, you fucking slug, you fucking nobody-- you have no life, you're good for nothing, and nobody likes you. You're worthless. So, sure, go join the mafia-- I'm sure they recruit moron bullies like you every day. Every fucking day.
Go ahead, do it. What, you're not chicken, are ya.
Go ahead, do it.
And cut your eyes cut in a bar fight. Get your eyes cut out with a broken bottle in a bar fight.
For me.
Do it for me.
Fag!
That's why you bully girls, you little fag rapist.
You wouldn't know what else to do.
Oh, and that's right, you can't even see them.
You're blind.
And none of us, are going to help you, horseshit.
Me?
No.
You, actually.
I'm telling you.
You're worthless.
You don't have anything better to do.
I'm telling you, you don't.
And nobody's gonna miss ya, so don't ya go worrying yourself about that.
Don't you.... dare.
.... I use words like "trash" alot, and I mean it.... trash, garbage.... shit-dump.... mafia, crap.... worthless.
Or go join the army, and be our hero..... Marines, dogs.
Cretin.
(4/10)
