This feels like some kind of Ur-Game that congealed from the rotten blood of hardcore flesh demons in a pit in a pain factory in hell. You're a man who only knows speed, violence, and architecture. He runs at 45 miles per hour and feels no emotion other than the satanic angst of having a grenade launcher as your only friend in a dead world ruled by slavering fleshbeasts. At least he has some really lovely Hell-Cathedrals to murder-sprint through while grabbing his favorite keys and runes. And Trent Reznor kills it on the soundtrack. Evil, powerful game. I love it!

Fuck those blue slime bastards though, they are my nemeses and I will hate them eternally. May they all careen off a wall and slam-dunk themselves into the trash where they belong.