But don't get all hand-wringingly sanctimonious about it when your game also contains Italian gangsters with tommy guns who talk like they're never more than 3 wisecracks away from bursting into a song from Bugsy Malone.
I'm gonna say the word retard right now for literally no reason. Now that we've gotten that out of the way, nigger nigger nigger nigger coon coon spic." I get that the 60s' Deep South was more cartoonishly bigoted than a 2016 presidential candidate, but having granted themselves the all-clear to say the N-word, I suspect that the writer started slightly getting off on doing so. I want you to think about it: not putting it in would've been even more racist. Blackperson.ĢK certainly felt it was unavoidable because the game opens with the very Assassin's Creed-esque disclaimer to the effect of "A lot of people are going to be saying very horrible racist things in this game, but please understand we had to put all that in to accurately bring the era to life. I know the race issue was gonna be unavoidable in this plot but you might as well have called him Jerome K. Oh for fuck's sake! Lincoln from Abraham Lincoln who freed the slaves, Clay from Cassius Clay also known as Muhammad Ali.
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Mafia 3 takes the series as a particular brand of GTA knockoff to the Deep South in the era of the Civil Rights Movement, where we play a young black crim named Lincoln Clay. Hope you want a little backwards B branded onto your thumb for pressing the contextual stealth kill button 500 billion times. Yes, if Mafia 3's intention was to very firmly put on its most generic underpants to start the AAA season as it means to go on, then it did an excellent job of that at least. "Well, we thought we'd start you off with a crime sandbox in which you systematically liberate a load of districts with repetitive stealth and cover-based shooting missions." "So what's for breakfast, AAA games industry?" No longer muse we be victimized by comedy walruses. No longer must we stew in the swirling piss ponds of the indie market to brave the novelly pixel-art todgers as they bloodily trundle in and out of our netherholes like indecisive pine cones. Holy lemon-scented twat wipes! Let joy be unconfined! Let every child in the land gorge themselves on crisps beneath the swaying boughs of a shady tree! Let every teenager's bedroom emit a sound not unlike that of hundreds of ham sandwiches being rapidly and rhythmically disassembled, for the AAA drought season has finally come to an end. This week, Zero Punctuation reviews Mafia 3.
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