A post-modern nightmare of repulsive and brutal hyper-masculinity, set in a world crumbling before the player's very eyes in a mess of dead pixels and digital artefacting. The final day of planet Video-Games; a foundation of bodies, bullets and blood, finally buckling under the weight of entropy. There's no resolution here, no hope, not even a clear motive at the end, just self-immolation and the unquenchable fucking death-drive.

Ultimately, a damn sight closer to high art than most games could even dream of