![]() ![]() ![]() Immediately, you’re into hackneyed room-clearing territory. After a tour through the game's various hybrid quirks - searching bodies for items, managing a limited inventory, plotting destinations on an electronic map - the game makes its first huge error by setting the bulk of the first level indoors. Opening with an introductory/training level on the planet Zorg, the game introduces you as Bolt Logan, a rugged space mercenary in the Han Solo mould. Strangely, however, this type of action only comes in fits and starts, and is largely overshadowed by some truly miserable chunks of turgid corridor bashing. Twinned with a powerful sniper rifle, the broad countryside offers a joyful freewheeling killzone, allowing you to stalk your opponents like so many hogs and pluck their lives away from exceptional distances. Not only huge, the game levels are frequently breathtaking, the forests alone setting new standards for dense and realistic foliage. However, there was always one thing that threatened to liftĬhrome out of the murk of plagiarised shooters, and that was its wide-open outdoor environments. It’s defiantly low-budget stuff, with production values worthy of a Troma film, a storyline knocked up on the back of a greasy serviette and voice acting to make Keanu Reeves cringe. It’s from an obscure Polish developer, based on a proprietary rendering solution built to serve multiple titles in multiple genres. Of course, we always knew Chrome was going to be a bit B-grade. ![]() To be fair, Chrome hasn’t shoved a toy car up its arse and headed for the x-ray clinic, but it has committed some equally grievous acts of stupidity, ruining what might otherwise have been a splendid free-roaming shoot ’em up. We’re not going to yell at it or lock it under the stairs with no dinner, we’re just going to slowly shake our heads and mutter words of deep dismay: "All that potential, gone to waste. Chrome hasn’t just let us down - it’s let itself down. And yet, having spent the last week playing Polish first-person shooter Chrome, I now have some inkling of what drives parents to such ends. To steal a poignant moment from Jackass: The Movie, it’s always worse when your parents say: "I'm not angry with you, I’m just disappointed." It’s a crushing moment, sure to scar a young mind for life, and not something I ever thought I’d find myself repeating. ![]()
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