I'll be homest, I have no idea when did I play this game first. I remember it was on PC and not an honest version. Not that it mattered back then. For what it's worth I enjoyed it enough that I bought it years down the line.

I have collected every golden gun and clue. That's right... And so the choir of angels sang hallelujah. You did it. Another meaningless feat of doing anything but what you should. But wait, there's more. I've gotten some Platinum awards one in Score Attack on Chapter III and one in New York Minutes on... wait for it... Chapter I.

After watching Robi shoot up a favela in COD: MW2, I too yearned for a similar experience but with more self-loathing and less american patriotism. I've only wanted to play one chapter but ended up in an all-night-long binge as I've tasted the bullet time and Euphoria™ filled herion once again. I have no regrets anymore. It is what it is, as the disassociteds say. I have almost finished the collectibles. All that remains is the final chapter and a football player who've found the nemesis to his luck and talent.

I've came back for clues, booze and golden guns. An excuse to prolong my stay in this ugly world that's still much more appealing than my own.

So, here I am finally a proud example of american capitalism. My terrible financial impulse control had the rare habit of paying off from time to time. This one was one of those occasions. A broken down, poor and sorry excuse of a man sucking on his loved ones blood like the parasitic and metaphoric leech he is pretending to be an alcoholic has-been wreck shooting brown people. That's one hell of an ironic disassociation. The bar is as high as a pile of feathers in a storm.