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Many people on my twitter were always going on and on about how great Saints Row 2 was. They are super, super excited about Saints Row The Third. Having taken a look at how utterly ridiculous and stupid the game could be, I figured maybe I was missing something. I Gameflyed the second game to try. (Which was extra silly, as I own the game on PC due to some Steam giveaway.)

While I see the appeal, I didn’t get very far.

First off, their dedication to character customization is refreshing and enjoyable. I had a lot of options, many of them stupid, but it’s a pretty stupid game, so that’s cool. I only wish I could have customized my character’s clothes more without going around and shopping. I understand that’s one of the benefits of exploring, but I’d rather have a ridiculous badass right out of the gate, you know?

The story involved my character, which was nice, but was also stupidly “gansta.” It just seemed like someone who had looked at that culture in a movie and tried to replicate it. Which is fun in its own stupid way, I guess. It fits with how I’m doing minigames like driving around to brutally assault people in a cop uniform for a reality show, or riding a four-wheeler while on fire that makes anything I touch explode. I suppose it fits into that world, to be sure.

In the end, though, man, I just couldn’t keep playing. The fact that I couldn’t just start a mission whenever I wanted to really bothered me. I didn’t want to have to drive all the way across town, back to my home base, to start another mission. Traversal is boring in open world games. That’s the worst part! And it seemed like Saints Row 2 did nothing to mitigate that.

I saw what I wanted to, and got out. I can see why people would really love the game. It tries to basically take how people ACTUALLY played GTA3 and make it a game which supports it all the way. I’ll probably try The Third, certainly, but it’s not a game I am in demand for. I just can’t stand the boredom in between fun in games like that. I really can’t. Oh well.