This was not something I expected to be able to do in a Terminator game, and yet here we are in post-apocalyptic Los Angeles, struggling to survive the war against the machines, with a right thirst on.
There are dialogue choices to make in this first-person shooter from the people behind the terrible Rambo game of 2014. At one point I was presented with the opportunity to have sex with the woman who leads the resistance faction you're fighting for. She wanted me to kill someone for her. I wasn't so sure I fancied doing that, in part because I dreaded the prospect of playing yet another mind-numbing away mission. But, she said she would make it worth my while. Then, a dialogue choice presented itself: press heart to bang (I'm paraphrasing), or walk away? Press heart to bang!
So she led me away, by the hand, to a room down the bottom of the bunker, where there was a bed. A nice bed for post-apocalyptic Los Angeles! And then, in first-person, we did it, her last-gen face all up in my grill, groaning and writhing. A minute later we finished. "You're dismissed," she said, pushing me out the door. I tried to get back in, but the door was locked. What, no time for a quick spoon?
I felt kind of bad about sleeping with the boss because all throughout the game's terrible campaign I'd had my eye on Jennifer, my one true love, a woman who found it in her heart to flirt with me minutes after she had a terrifying encounter with a metal head. Jennifer is the woman I was supposed to fall in love with. Had I cheated on her? Maybe.
And then, towards the end of the game, just before the big battle with Skynet, I tracked Jennifer down to a particularly beautiful moonlit bit of rubble. There we talked, electricity in the air (or was that a Terminator going back in time?). But I felt guilty. Just a few hours ago I'd slept with the boss. I should tell Jennifer. I should hold my hands up. But the game would not give me the option to confess. Then, a dialogue choice presented itself: press heart to bang (I'm paraphrasing again), or walk away? Press heart to bang!
Another first-person sex scene with video game graphics that wouldn't look out of place on the early days of the Xbox 360. Jennifer groaned and writhed. She took her beanie off for the occasion, which was a nice touch. Her Oblivion face and mouth moved about as if being tugged by an off camera puppeteer, and all I could think of was, is this what Kryten would look like if he was doing it? And had hair?
"I think I'll stay here for a while," she said after we'd finished. And there she lay, on her side, on the floor, rubble all around us, the moonlight spread across the concrete. She is fixed in place, like a statue. I tried jumping on her. The game wouldn't let me shoot her. Nor could I blow her up with one of my grenades. Jennifer is unmoved. What, no time for a quick spoon?





And, I suppose, it's cool to see a game deal with the events that led up to John Connor sending Kyle Reese back in time to protect Sarah Connor from Arnie. But these snippets of fan service cannot save Terminator: Resistance from its dark fate. The 10 at most hours it'll last you are best avoided. As I finished the campaign I thought to myself, am I nostalgic for a really shonky double-A first-person shooter from the Xbox 360 era? And then I came to my senses and realised the answer is no. No I am not. Not when it costs fifty quid.

Ah well. A pipe dream, perhaps, unlike the nightmare that is Terminator: Resistance.
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