Hotline Miami 2: Wrong Number

после прохождения игры стал ненавидеть собак и жирных.рекомендую.

gostei, jogo pica história tá mais detalhada comparando com a do primeiro jogo, mas continua sendo contada de forma fragmentada

Caveman TL;DR at bottom. (No Spoilers) Don't know why I got this game after playing Hotline Miami 1. The first game was enticing enough, and I feel vindicated that I've finally experienced both installments firsthand so I can form my own opinions about it, but as much as it's hailed for being a masterpiece, this game's more of a piece of art than it is an enjoyable video game. Now, these hot takes are fresh out of the oven. Piping hot, full of pus and covered in grease like reddit's most distinguished gentleman moderator. There's not much else that can be said about Hotline Miami 2's tastes other than how divisionary they've become, but just like Hitler, the core controversy started from attempting to achieve a higher calling in the world of Art. A good experience does not mean a fun playthrough. Hotline Miami 2's like that. It's got all the bells and whistles that allow it to avoid most of the community's spitballs, but not enough magic to push it over the finish line as a true giant of the industry its previous installment helped flower. From all the available information, it seems like the developers played their hand in a fashion that was only friendly in the sense of someone's uncle getting "friendly" in a school zone. It's edgy, self-confident. It's trying to say a lot, and accomplishes doing so, but only by degloving you with the dull end of a rusty hammer while high on psychedelics. You gotta admit, that's a unique experience! But is it a fun one? I've got my chips bet on otherwise. What especially leaves such a bad taste in my mouth is how it seems so comparatively little promise was put into the gameplay in comparison to its artistic expression, which even an hour or two of effort into the map design itself would have easily left the game as a more tolerable investment of 15.00 U.S smackers. The art, storytelling, messaging, and philosophical undercurrents are like fine wine that's only mixed with the gomutra that so many of the gameplay aspects fall short to. I don't really care how good the wine tastes; you can dress it up as an Indian "holy" drink, but it's still cow piss that's been mixed with wine. Again, sure, it's an interesting combination, and sure, the part of the drink that tastes like wine is pretty damn good, but perhaps it's better to admire it from a distance instead of gulping it down, you get me? If you watch somebody else getting punished by Hotline Miami 2 online, you're probably going to get an equivalent, if not superior experience through the inherent aspects that are the star of the series. The storytelling, art, expressionism to boot. Hell, it might've been better if this whole thing was a book or movie as-is. But as a video game that's meant to be enjoyed through its core gameplay mechanics, the medium becomes more of a deterrent than an addition, and I can't remember a single moment I felt genuinely rewarded playing through either of the Hotline Miami installments. Just less so for the first, to be fair. Caveman TL;DR: Me like story. Me like art, but no good enough. Me not like gameplay.

good game

Average florida man experience part two

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A neon infused, violent fever dream. While there are some issues, especially compared with the first, it's still a high octane, blood-pumping game!