PS3 (also on Xbox 360, PC)
Paul Hogan must
die. Ever since those fucking ‘shrimp on the barbie’ ads it seems
the entire fucking world thinks we Aussies talk like a pack of
drawling, potty-mouthed fucking drongos. Stone the fucking crows!
It’s a bloodyfucking-goddamnedpissbuntingmongrelshittingbastard
outrage it is!
As that may lead you to guess, Dead Island is full of utterly
fucking ludicrously exaggerated ‘Oztraylyun’ accents. Racism comes
in many packages...
Anyway, you’re holidaying on Banoi Island, an idyllic getaway spot
near PNG – or so the travel brochures promised. We hope you invested
in travel insurance though, because it’s been overrun by undead
fuckers. Not your usual, dumb-as, slow-as, corpsed-up shamblers,
either. These particular fuckers are alarmingly agile... as you’ll
Cue an openish world first-person brawler that’s stuffed full of
missions which, upon completion, usually yield something extra for
the skill set, be it the ability to get vehicular, create new hybrid
weapons or just pocket sweet folding stuff. If that’s too much
pressure, you can just trundle about taking on those aforementioned
‘z’-word fuckers with everything from fists and feet to an alarming
array of found weapons (that wear out – they just don’t make metal
pipes like they used to). It won’t get you far progress-wise, but
Dead Island pretty much accomplishes what it sets out to do –
plop you bang in the midst of a creepy zombie-infested hellhole with
a fucktonne of upgradeable weapons to gruesomely eviscerate them
with in your fight for survival. It’s kind of a zombied-up
Fallout, so if that sounds
like your thing then you’ll find lots to like, and will forgive
minor glitchy bits here and there. Four player co-op just sweetens
Meanwhile, we’re scouring those bungalows, weapons primed. That
fucker Hoges has to be in one of them...