Excerpt: Much like other gamers of my generation, I spent several hours playing Wolfenstein 3D when it first came out. However, my love of the FPS genre didn’t really kick in until Doom 2 was released. The first time I played a modem-to-modem deathmatch with a high school buddy of mine, I was hooked.
Summary: You can’t really play Bulletstorm wrong per se, but it’s a game in which "the point" is fairly easy to miss. Sure, you can run through its eight-hour campaign, relying on your default military assault rifle to blast through inexhaustible crowds of the game’s punk mutants and bloodthirsty soldiers. As your typical first-person shooting gallery, Bulletstorm holds its own, with a wealth of scripted “oh, shit!” moments and solid base mechanics that just feel right.
Excerpt: Bulletstorm is at once both a wildly original and enjoyable shooter, and a cliché ridden retread of just about every average shooter you've ever played. You play as Grayson Hunt, a mercenary working for The Confederation of Planets' General Sarrano. During an operation, Hunt comes to the realization that he's been the tool of an evil megalomaniac, something that Hunt took years to figure out but which you'll see coming minutes into the opening cinematic.
Conclusion: If we're being honest for a second, we were surprised. We thought this was going to be an ok game, gimmicky, but ok. Nothing special... boy were we wrong. Considering the sleuth of military shooters we've had recently (not that there's necessarily anything wrong with them), this is an incredibly welcome breath of fresh air. Never underestimate the simple need to let loose and cause some mayhem, and the skill shot system is exceptionally done.
Excerpt: Bulletstorm is: a bromantic comedy starring two meat-heads and a chick with huge norks; a lesson in creative swearing and vulgarity; an interactive compendium of interesting things you can do with a gun; a middle-finger to the current customs and conventions of the FPS genre; and a shout out to its peers: "Hey! Assmaggots! Why you all gotta be so serious !?" And they are.
Excerpt: From the moment you slip into Grayson Hunt's size 11 boots, you know what you're in for. Your vision is blurred from overindulgence in booze and the opening cut scene is a veritable swearathon. As you get to grips with the controls, you suddenly think, why use the handle when you can kick a door down or why press a keypad when you can mash it with a fist? This is the world of Bulletstorm and its complete and utter carnage.
Conclusion: A good game that could have been great if not for a few small, but annoying problems. If online is your chief concern, I’d look elsewhere (or look into the 360 version) but there’s a lot of fun to be had in singleplayer. Just don’t expect this to be a candidate for game of the year.
Excerpt: Spitting molten curses at a rate that would certainly make Jerry Sadowitz proud, Bulletstorm crashes into the cosy FPS genre spraying broken glass and mutants aplenty. The entrance is vociferous and vehement in everyway, nonchalantly swinging at anything in the way but somehow also managing to charm with a remarkable lick of charisma that would make Hugh Jackman blush.