That handsome devil with the pipe? That, sir (or madam), is me.
You can call me El Capitan, or Victorio Grandioso Magnifico St. Clair. Or simply "Captain" if you like. I like music, vidya gaems, looking good, and smoking my pipe. I also enjoy using my voice to intimidate lesser beings.
No matter what you call me, I'm the gentleman who ensures you hate all games because of how good I am at bending your unwilling virtual doppelganger to my beneficent will.
If you imagine me as a giant Will Ferrel with steel wool for chest hair and lemon juice for sweat, and then you imagine yourself attempting to defeat me by rubbing your face against my chest, that is essentially how difficult it is to defeat me at anything.
Things I am currently victorious at: Feats of Astounding Strength. Gloriously Manly Vocal Articulation. Ensuring Your Inevitable Defeat. Circularly Logical Logic Circuiting. Victory. Spelling Bees.
I've been playing a lot less recently - blame life - I still love you all though. Except for the ones I beat mercilessly at games. I hate you as hard as I beat you.
Haters gonna hate. But that's only because this game is for players. Of games.
Honestly though - this game offers a strong storytelling experience, and is a nice change of pace from Rockstar's traditional model - the investigation/interrogation system is nifty, the characters keep me interested, the story is well-written, and the facial animations are top notch. This game is like playing Sunset Boulevard (which is a movie, go watch it). My only complaints are that driving is a pain (par for the course), and combat, while enjoyable, is really only used for narrative purposes.
