I’ve waited a long time to try Bulletstorm out, so I had the demo on download as soon as I noticed the sucker was available. Now, fresh off of making heads explode and kicking angry green people into electric wires, I feel I’m an adequate position to say one thing:
FUUUUUCKIN’ AAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY BRO!
Bulletstorm is exactly what I thought it would be — crass, immature, senselessly violent, and borderline retarded. That is perfectly okay with me, too. While I am still yet to truly get to grips with the inventiveness of the violence, I am most definitely impressed with how every new kill feels like a reward in and of itself. Whether I’m kicking someone into a chasm or dragging them into spikes, the game is a macabre goody bag of pain.
The demo is elegant in its inelegance, which is as adequate a description as it is pretentious. The game just throws waves of enemies at you who are begging to be slaughtered, but the bright visuals, tight combat, and surprising amount of polish makes it work perfectly. I was honestly expecting a game that was rougher round the edges than this, so that’s a nice surprise.
Go get the demo now, dick tits!
