LIFE
I lean my augmented head left of the corner and glance - three guards, submachine guns lowered, unaware of the infiltration. Three quick headshots later, ground splattered with pixelated blood and polygonal gore, I advance up the stairwell. Reload. Another headshot. Floor clear. First target in sight - pharma CEO - can't be caught embezzling funds like this, man. I kick him and he bounces, violently and comically, around the room. Next target marked, I run down the stairs again. I realize I missed one.

DEATH
A burst from around the corner catches me, and I explode, vision kaleidoscopic. Better luck next time.

REBIRTH
Body reconstructed for a nominal fee, I run the mission again. Saved up just enough for a scoped bionic eye, and this time around, I don't miss. Targets compromised to a permanent end. I extract.

Cycle repeats. New targets are always available: there's no shortage of financial criminals, cult leaders, and hedonistic executives in late-late-late-stage capitalism. I fashion a new intestine as a grappling hook, install ramjets into my feet. I invest in the stock market. I buy a house. I spend some time fishing.

TRANSCENDENCE
I am a financial deity. I see between the trend lines, I manipulate the markets. I change gravity. I erase my targets on a cellular level. I break the cycle: I die and am reborn when I choose. I sever and reestablish my link to the divine just for fun. No, despite all this, I'm not the god of this world - I'm the damn CEO, and the grind is just starting.

Every inch of this game screams that someone cared. Please go watch any of the making-of videos available on YouTube, and you’ll see just how much effort undergirds this visual and sonic treat.

Of course, I do not recommend this off effort alone. It’s a genuine joy to play, an experience that’ll push you and inspire you to push back. Don’t be intimidated: you can beat this. You should beat this. I still can’t really believe this got made. Don’t miss it, ‘cause who knows if we’ll ever get anything else like it.