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You’ll enjoy looking at the graphics of this game, but whether you enjoy actually playing it, of course, is a different story. Sadly it is let down by the hamfisted emotional linchpin of the main character’s terrifyingly animated wife and demon child from the darkest, dead-eyed depths of the uncanny valley. The banter and relationships between the soldiers are well done, with one surprisingly subtle and impactful buddy-saves-buddy moment late in the game. There is a story here, which is quite respectful to the experiences of real Tier 1 Operatives, having been partially written by the men themselves. As you might expect, this becomes a dull chore a few hours into the game. The game is also hopelessly, desperately in love with a slow-mo door breaching mechanic, so much so that you can actually level up your door-breaching abilities.
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Mark a building full of snipers with a laser for an air-strike and watch the pyrotechnics, or try to out-maneuver them and miraculously drop dead.
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After a couple of these slaps on the wrist you learn that you will only be able to play this game the way it wants you to play it. It is a lazy and utterly immersion ruining method of keeping you facing forward at all times. I can only imagine this is caused by a cardiac arrest or tripping over your shoelaces and hitting your head, because nothing in the actual game world kills you. Stray too far to the left or right in MOH‘s tiny, choking maps and you’ll literally fall down and die. Levels are extremely tight corridors, even in relation to other similar games. The game obnoxiously limits any player input. The biggest problem with MOH‘s tacked on single player is not the clichés, however.
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It’s like a TV Tropes page coming to life before your eyes and it rarely lets up for the entire 5 to 6 hour campaign. Classes also have individual support options, usually offensive air strikes paired with a recon support drone.Within the first ten minutes of the campaign you’ve seen a solemn quote from a historical figure during a loading screen, watched a “head emerges from water” Apocalypse Now-referencing cutscene, pressed a button to plant some explosives, observed the consequential cinematic pyrotechnics, shot a chopper down with a conveniently placed rocket launcher, watched an angry man in a turban (who I could have sworn was one of the terrorist puppets from Team America) shouting in Arabic about “jihads” and “infidels” and listened to some gruff, hard men conversing in “OscarMike-ish”. When the time comes, I'm sure I'll be putting my Union Jack face-paint on regardless of class type, which suggests Danger Close are certainly onto something with the idea. I chose the American OGA this time, but only because the British SAS weren't available in the demo (they will be in the full game). There's little groundbreaking about the class types, but it's a neat idea to bring national pride into a jingoistic playground such as the FPS multiplayer. So you can choose the Polish GROM, a fine all-rounder, the American OGA, who is quick, silent and deadly, or the heavily armed Canadian TF2. There are a selection of 12 classes on offer, with the Warfighter twist being that each operative is from a different faction of Tier One operatives, the best of the best from military powers across the globe. (Domination to CoD players, Conquest to Battlefield fans). We're playing Sector Control, in which three flags on the map must be captured and held to accumulate points. The map we're dropped into is a dusty Somalian town, a shanty criss-cross of dilapidated shacks and crumbling buildings.