So to say that my boyfriend loves GOW2 is a bit of an understatement. Besides the fact that there was a permanent butt imprint in our last couch when the first installment of the series hit the shelves, it seems that in some weird way the game re-establishes a sense of manliness that is lost from days of working in customer service, IT support, or just bending to the wants and needs of others. It brings an aura of brotherhood as you battle the "Locusts" together, lending a hand with your chainsaw to amputate the enemy that chokes your brother-in-arms. It's a phenomenon I'll never be able to explain.
I can't say that I've had much time to play Gears of War 2 myself — you know, since there are always at least four guys on my couch taking turns high-fiving each other for destroying the "horde" — but I can give you some observations I've made over the past few days. To find out what they are, just read more