"It made me reinstall the game."


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Unfortunately for my wallet, it turned out I no longer enjoyed it.
I realised this after I cut off an innocent persons leg, set them on fire, then as I watched their charred body slowly crawl across the ground moaning in pain, I peed on them. I noticed that I was a little disturbed by this. Disgusted, even. Despite the fact it was me performing these actions!
Now Postal 2 is all about being offensive, primarily to distract players from the terrible, awful, horrendous gameplay, so I thought maybe this was a natural reaction. But I also played Hitman: Blood Money recently (brilliant little game, just so you know). I was on a mission where I had to take out some gang members and a twat of a captain on a boat, but I decided to try to kill every single person on board for a laugh.
When I got to the decks with the innocent folk who were only there to have a good time, I walked towards a lone woman with a pistol held behind my back. When I was close enough, I aimed it towards her head and killed her with a single, silenced shot. I continued to walk past her dead body, reloading calmly before moving onto the next floor. Maybe it’s just the cold, unemotional walk and movement of Agent 47, but I found myself a little chilled by this. On every other mission, I decided to just killed my targets like a good little silent assassin.
I thought maybe I’m just getting old. Maybe it was time for me to pack in this games journalism thing, because once you develop a digital moral conscious, you’re pretty much screwed. “Maybe you’re just turning into a big ol’ pussy”, a friend helpfully suggested. Maybe. I’m not the naïve, carefree lad I was when I first played Postal 2. I’ve seen a lot more things and I know how fucked up the world can be. And although I enjoy and appreciate art that confronts us with these things, I felt these games had nothing to say, the violence was just there. As I uninstalled Postal 2, I realised the problem was that it wasn’t escapism. It was a reminder.







