Stealth-tacular Action
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The most pertinent bugbear of the genre-mutation. Clandestine capering is the watchword of the franchise. Throughout the unfolding saga, we have performed contortionist-esque gymnastics to elude nut-shrivelling lasers festooned across corridors. We have deployed ‘man-azines’ featuring -quell your outrage, my brethren!- ACTUAL BREASTS to arrest antagonists’ attention. (In an exclusive interview, Mr G. Uard observed; “Nuts to my momentous application guarding the lair of notorious miscreants with nuclear capability, I WANTED TO LOOK AT SOME TITS.”) We have concealed ourselves in cardboard boxes like vehemently acclaimed heroic supersoldiers/big girls. Most amusingly of all, we have donned the stealth suit to adhere explosives to opponents; cackling with schadenfreude as they continue to shuffle about unheeding, like the oblivious moron-bombs they are. With the balls-out visceral action that is the modus operandi of Revengeance, such scenes will be seldom.
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