Old but gold: Saint’s Row 3

Sweat beading down from your forehead down to your cheeks. You could feel heat emanating from every breath you take behind the bobby-head mask. Your grip tighten on the trigger as you hear footsteps ahead, glancing behind at your squad mates, you give a silent nod. It’s now or never. You and your squad dashed... Continue Reading →


Diamond in the rough: Tropico 5

El Presidente! Time to proclaim independence! - that is of your shitty island over-run with corruption, royalist versus revolutionaries saga, death squad police millitia roaming the street. But hey, you are the dictator and you call the shots here behind the screen. Sitting on your sqeaky chair, oil stained singlet and boxers, wasting away 5... Continue Reading →

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