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Saint’s Row: The Third Co-op–Fun with Fighter Jets and Dildo Swords

Posted by David on December 1st, 2011

Brian (from Nitrobeard.com) and I got into Saint’s Row: The Third‘s Co-op last night for some manic good times involving crashing planes into each other, base jumping, stealing cars, throwing people at said cars, and generally stirring up a good ol’ fashioned pot o’ trouble. We managed to complete one mission, but the real fun was causing havoc and the occasional side-quest. Despite insane amounts of lag and weirdly glitchy pop-in, we had an immensely good (albeit immensely violent) time.

So, to illustrate to you why you should immediately run out and buy the living shit out of this game, let’s take a little trip down short-term memory lane and run through some of the screenshots I took from my magical evening with Brian and Saint’s Row: The Third.

This is obviously the straightest thing that two men can do with an evening.

Brian celebrates the explosion that led to this... with AIR GUITAR.

Surprisingly, this worked out well, despite losing a wing.

Two gents, out for an evening of smart, sophisticated fun. Namely, shooting strangers.

We never did clear that jump... but crashing repeatedly was fun.

To serve and protect... or something. It was self-serve, mostly.

Like Teen Wolf before him, Brian deftly defies conventions.

Because he's the hero Saint's Row deserves, but not the one it needs right now. So we'll hunt him because he can take it. Because he's not our hero. He's a silent guardian, a watchful protector. A Dong Knight.

Why are you still reading this? Go play Saint’s Row!

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