Your name is Sniper, and you are a sniper. Such narrative creativity
will not be seen again, although the level of incompetence that sees you spend
most of the game charging around with a shotgun will undoubtedly go down
in the annals of FPS legend. Enemy snipers' rifles emit beams of light that
bear no relation to where they're aiming, while SWAT teams have the unusual
ability to slow your PC to a crawl by deploying deadly lens flare effects.
The level design borders on the hysterical, hitting its climax in a top-security
prison that's decorated with photos of what can only be one of the developers'
six-year-old daughters and a spraypainted version of the Sniper
logo. Even in the guards' offices. We couldn't make this stuff up

There are only two possible explanations. First: Monolith's Jason
Hall systematically ran over every designer's extended family with a Buick*,
and this is their way of discrediting the Lithtech engine in revenge. Second:
an administrative cock-up resulted in the test game that the developers had
knocked out in a week being mass-distributed by accident. Because this is
no mere entertainment product. It is the nadir, the absolute lowest that
a full-priced title has been for many an aeon - so comically bad that to call
it the gaming version of Manos: Hands of Fate would do a grave disservice
to the worst film ever. It is hateful, bilious, repellent garbage, a festering
pile of badly chewed ideas floating in a lake of its own crapulence. Anyway,
in conclusion: Best. Game. Ever.