The Splinter Cell engine could have been licensed, the enemies could have exhibited some degree of artificial intelligence, and the plot could have been something you cared about. What we've been offered here, we're afraid to say, is the promise of awesome entertainment that ultimately transforms into a partially lacerated corpse of a game with great chunks of fun missing. Obviously, dense flora and fauna is too difficult to render, so we settled for cities when it was explained these were 'concrete jungles.' But we aren't settling for this tiresome attempt at transporting the Predator franchise into Spider-Man-style environments. And after last year's movie abomination, we kept our fingers crossed that the usually competent Eurocom was doing a bang-up job. We practiced on the neighbor's cat, and didn't tell anyone.

We wanted to slice the skin off still-screaming foes and hang them up a tree. We wanted to utilize the beast's vast range of spiky boomerangs and boomsticks. Ever since the Governors of Minnesota and California chewed tobacco and attempted mass deforestation in the jungles of Central America during 1987's seminal Predator movie, and the not-quite-so-hardcore sequel starting an elderly Danny Glover hobbling through warehouses and finding skinned Rastafarians, every gamer's dream has been to dart through canopies of foliage as a dreadlocked alien hunter-killer, stalking human or alien prey, and skinning them alive one by one.

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