THE GAME THAT SOLD THE WORLD

The short answer is, no. But "Ah," you say, "I came here for a review of a video game, not a debate." Well, that's fine, because you'll get that too.

In SR3, you control the leader of an internationally famous criminal organization known as the Third Street Saints. Following the dramatic events of the prologue, you're tasked with leading your droogs ("homies") in conquest of a fictional city battling other, equally eccentric gangs and striving all the time to right several perceived injustices—and possibly make amends along the way. It's a third person shooter that would have benefitted from a cover system, and is more fun for its lack of a target lock-on function (aiming, shooting and connecting can be its own reward). It has co-op, and "Whored Mode," a surprisingly inventive take on Gears of War's Horde Mode.

SR3 is a game that literally rewards players for streaking nude through the streets. It's not appealing to anyone's sensitive side. It's not trying to make a point, or send players on an emotional roller coaster, or transcend our medium to appeal to fans of a different one. There are high scores, combo multipliers and big, flashing arrows that point out objectives. There's a pimp who speaks only in auto-tune. You can lead a gang full of uzi-wielding ninjas or gimps with big purple dildos. In the developers' own words, it's a video game for people who love video games; specifically, those weened on T-Pain and Die Hard 4.

Besides the large range of accessories and mustaches you can outfit your character with, it allows you to customize your protagonist's "sex appeal" (literally, the size of his package/her breasts), and play the entire game with the protagonist's voice replaced by the guttural moans of a zombie if you so choose. Usable throughout are multiple types of each of the following: planes, helicopters, boats, cars, motorcycles, hoverbikes, tanks, armored cars, guided air-to-ground missiles, submachine guns, shotguns, laser guns, grenades, and more. You can skydive, become invincible, gain unlimited ammo, use human shields, street race, get revenge, own property, upgrade everything, phone a friend, skydive in a tank, get tattoos, change your face through surgery, trick out your cars, be a hit man, compete in a deadly reality show called "Professor Genki's Super Ethical Reality Climax," and, well, you get the idea. 

SR3 pulls out all the stops to drive home the point that this is a game for you to run wild with. You can rack up the numbers of pedestrians you run over with your suped up, spike-adorned car, or wreak havoc in your F-69 VTOL. The fast-paced missions range from causing serious damage to the city of Steelport to shameless homages to Tron, Star Wars, The Walking Dead and countless others. The game pits you against packs of ludicrous-looking gangsters, all armed to the teeth, and lets you terrorize your rivals in any manner you see fit.

There's a lot to do, and there's a lot of incentives to do it all. A game with so much customization is rare, but what makes it even better is the game's ability to forgive you. Everything from your character's skin color and tattoos to the guns and vehicles your gang members use can be changed with a wish and a press of a button. Nothing is permanent. If you leave an ally behind, they'll warp up next to you. If you crash your favorite car, a crony will come pick you up in an identical one; get stranded in water, and you can warp to the shore. If you're unhappy with the ending you chose, you can replay the final mission and see the other one as well. Stop me if I'm gushing.

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