lived a certain man in Russia long ago, he was big and strong, in
his eyes a flaming glow...
He, as we’re reliably informed by
1970s German pop sensations Boney M, was Rasputin. But that
description could also apply to another Muscovite, Artyom.
just happens to be the protagonist – which is a fancy-schmancy way
of saying the dude you play as – in
Metro 2033 and
Metro: Last Light, both
of which feature in their entirety within this super-value pack of
remastered, now-gen spunkiness.
We’ve already yabbered about
Metro 2033 here, and
Metro: Last Light here,
so we were just gonna cut and paste bits from those reviews. We may
still, actually, for the one thing you need to know about this
collection is that if you’re even remotely attracted to first-person
shooty thingummies then you should just get it. The graphical ptooey
and polish is quite lovely – especially in the older 2033 –
but the stuff that made these games so ace originally – notably the
atmosphere and the soundtracks – are the real reasons for ruble
So, erm, just get it. Hmm, 120 words or so to go.
Here’s a megamix of those two original reviews for the terminally
Smoke ’em if you’ve got ’em, ’cos Last
Light I dreamt that somebody loved me.
Set in a cold,
oppressive, colourless and windy Moscow, we really hate
It’s 20 years since the big
kaboom, and we hate underground Nazis.
Existence is hardly
five star, but people get flashbacks, mutants, shadowy figures,
hallucinations, cobwebs, airborne demonic thingies, swamps,
politics, a teddy bear, light globes and sleaze.
claustrophobic then this game could creep the fuck out of you.
It’s all based on a novel by Russian author and journo Dmitry
Glukhovsky, but we’ll never admit to squealing “Oh, those Russians!”