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by Souffle of Pain 07/01/2013, 12:01am PDT |
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Just kidding, the worst writer in the world is still Jerry Holkins, but look at this shiny new psycho write a review of Deadpool.
Jolted to immortal life by a delirious performance from Nolan North, Deadpool is a pithy vector for the player – rather, the nightmarish caricature of a player as envisioned by a cynical game designer. His attention spans the pinch of two fingers, he makes extravagant demands with no care to their consequences, he slobbers over Unreal women and he'd rather die than listen to a syllable of exposition from the poor, plot-mandated X-Men. Their anguish must be akin to the people who worked on a cutscene you skipped in your monstrous impatience, unaware that it took four agonizing months of wrangling manatees in motion-capture suits.
In the game, Deadpool shoots his head off at one point to stop from having to listen to Cable. And yet that paragraph was actually written by someone ("Ludwig Kietzmann") reviewing a game where that happens |
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