It’s a schizophrenic affair, swinging wildly between moments of sphincter-tightening tension and ludicrously frenetic action, as the blood flies and the bodies pile up. In practice, what generally happens is that someone sees you, an orgy of bloodletting ensues, and then you hide in a wardrobe for 20 seconds until it all dies down. A master of disguise, he hides in plain sight, gets the job done, and disappears into the shadows. Hitman is after all, in theory at least, a stealth game, and the mysterious Agent 47 returns after a six-year absence, replete with trademark black suit, red tie, and barcode-bearing slaphead. No doubt as you read these words, somebody, somewhere, is painstakingly working their way through Absolution without firing a shot in anger. Hundreds, possibly thousands, of coppers, rednecks, truckers, miners, construction workers, security guards, strippers, sexy killer nuns, and a pig all mercilessly slaughtered in the name of plot development. (Pocket-lint) - “How many lives will you take to save one?” asks the back of the box.
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