I had my world rocked over the weekend. The best game ever, I now own it. When I was told the game would be amazing, not only did I not believe my friend Dylan, I simply laughed in face and couldn't actually believe anything close to what he was proposing. I decided I had to see what he was talking about so I used the last of an Amazon.com gift certificate I got for my birthday and bought it. It arrived a couple days later and I finally gazed upon the holy grail of gaming, 50 Cent: Blood on the Sand. I know what you're thinking, that sounds horrible, and I should be ashamed for owning it. Believe me, I hate the man as much as I should, but this game....oh this game. It's like playing a straight to DVD movie. The plot is horrible, the dialogue appears to have been written by a house plant, but this only adds to the experience.
The plot - You are hired to perform a concert in the middle east, the promoter doesn't pay you in money, so he pays you in a diamond encrusted skull, terrorists and organ harvesters steal the skull so you go on a rampage to kill all of them.
In spite of that...no, *because* of that, the game is all kinds of epic. Hearing our hero yell things like "Eat motherfucking dirt, bitch asses" never gets old. Never.
So I say it loud, and I say it proud, I love 50 Cent: Blood on the Sand
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