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I don't care about the score or the review itself but come on:

For much of an opening act which is arguably its best, Metal Gear Solid 4 is less a sneaking mission than a cowering mission. Alone on a new-age battlefield, made to take orders from a man he barely knows – himself – Solid Snake is scrabbling for a bearing, doing the best he can to keep his body upright, his mind intact. Trampled by athletic mechs, chased by nihilistic soldiers, and forced to ally himself with faceless militias, he is outnumbered and outgunned, but above all outmoded.

This has to be some of the absolute worst writing I've ever seen.