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The jet section is beautiful, but you're merely the game's co-pilot, along for the ride. To its credit, it never reaches the manipulative, frothing madness of the latter Call of Duty games, but it never aims higher than providing a pretty looking slideshow, either.

Battlefield 3 is desperate to hold your attention by constantly throwing new experiences at the screen. It's not relevant, and Hawkins is never mentioned again. At its end, after you've fired all your rockets, launched all your flares and bombed some targets with the expected black-and-white bombo-cam, it cuts back to the room. At that point you leap in to her story: she's a jet co-pilot, and it's one of the most beautiful looking on-rails gun sections I've ever played, and one of the least interactive bits of game. “Hawkins? Never heard of her,” replies Blackburn. The government agents never flinch at the ridiculous, super-soldier adventure either, but instead play good-cop/bad cop and occasionally interject with their own war-flavoured anecdotes.

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Death can be instant, and you'll play through the same three or four rooms again and again until you crack the one area that's giving you trouble. But too often, making your way from area to area, from cover to cover, feels like a dismal slog through uneven checkpoints. A section set in Paris in the middle of the game is the best it gets. The guns feel punchy and responsive, and enemies mostly go down with just a couple of shots. When you find the right weapon, and in moments where the level design is particularly fine, all the shooting is great. His story goes like this: “I shot a man, and then I shot ten men, and then I got shot and my eyes felt like they had jam on them, so I hid behind a wall for a bit and then I felt fine, and then I shot three more men, and then I threw a grenade into the next room, and then I shot six hundred more men, and then I realised that they were infinitely respawning.” He's telling them tales of his adventures in Tehran, fighting the PLR, and you play each of his missions in turn. At the end of the train, we're taken back eight hours to where Blackburn is being interrogated by two government agents. You play Sergeant Blackburn, who starts the game by leaping onto the roof of a moving train, kicking in the back window and then shooting his way through each narrow carriage filled with terrorists. It's the world's most expensive audition tape for the job of developing a Call of Duty rival. It's a ten-hour long exercise in contractual obligation: here are the multiple protagonists here are the vehicle sections here is the terrorist intrigue and appropriate level of moral grittiness. It's a waterslide with pictures scrawled on the insides. Wouldn't it be cool if deathmatch had vehicles? Wouldn't it be cool if it wasn't deathmatch at all, but teams, and squads, and objectives, and dozens of players? Wouldn't it be cool if there were tanks and jeeps and helicopters and jets? Wouldn't it be cool if the maps were enormous and buildings could collapse?īattlefield 3's singleplayer is not a movie. Battlefield games have always been grand, ridiculous, futuristic designs. If someone had told me 15 years ago that this is what online gaming would be, I wouldn't have believed them. I'll spot a glimmer from a hillside 300 metres away, and it'll be a sniper readying to kill me. On the ground below, a tank has smashed through the lower floors of the building.

In the air above me, jets twirl, chased by artillery. In the distance, smoke stacks rise from a burning forest. On its best maps – like the 64-player Caspian Border – every pixel on screen flickers with battle. Battlefield 3's multiplayer makes me want to place a deckchair in the desert and watch the chaos happening all around.

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