Killzone 2: The Edge Verdict

Killzone 2: The Edge Verdict

Killzone 2
SCEE
Guerrilla Games
PS3
US Release: Feb 27
UK Release: Feb 27
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Some would have you believe that Killzone has no fans,? ?just fanboys,? ?mobilised by Sony’s promise of a technological blitzkrieg.? ?That’s not entirely fair.?

The first game,? ?released in? ?2004,? ?created a cult of sorts that a smart PSP spin-off,? Killzone Liberation,? ?galvanised in lieu of a proper sequel.? ?The most physical game of its kind,? ?it was a shooter made of metal while others dealt in plastic.? ?Now the sequel’s here,? ?though,? ?it’s those genuine fans who will suffer it the most.?

Because if Dead Space shows just what can be gained when you approach the familiar with a mind to making changes,? ?Killzone? ?2? ?shows just what can happen when you don’t.

It opens as four years of marketing have led us to suspect? – ?with thunder and lightning.? ?From ISA carriers that point like daggers towards Helghan,? ?home of man’s forsaken children the Helghast,? ?leather-faced marines cling to fragile dropships as they swoop through the clouds.? ?Orders are yelled and banter exchanged,? ?until seconds later a stupendous blast rips up from the clouds below,? ?filling the sky with wreckage.?

Those that survive,? ?among them Sgt Tomas? ‘?Sev?’ ?Sevchenko? (?you?) ?and his loyal squad,? ?are? ?greeted by further blasts of technical wizardry on the beach below.? ?Then some more,? ?and then some more.

Helghan is quite the cesspit,? ?so awash with toxic particles you’d think someone? ?made a snowdome from an ashtray.? ?The Helghast,? ?invisible behind their anime-Nazi armour,? ?are products of the most advanced performance capture and procedural technology in gaming? – ?and it shows.?

With each wave they give a masterclass in squad-based tactical warfare,? ?suppressing,? ?flanking,? ?f-ing and blinding with nary a breath in between.? ?Your only choice is to hug the nearest surface? (?with L2?)?,? ?lean out? (?with the right stick?) ?and snipe? (?R2?) ?until your cover’s blown,? ?be it by a new line of sight,? ?a mischievous grenade or the ballsy athlete? ?who spikes you with his blade.?