Review: Postal

Basically, in "Postal," you play a man who is upset about something — so upset, that he decides to take out his aggression by blowing every person in sight into many tiny pieces. Your character ("You") is obviously a little nuts, as before each mission, you see some senseless, insane ramblings in "your" diary. Things like "The smell of blood is all I crave." Very fun stuff. While in the beginning, the game makes it seem like the other people are the bad guys, it doesn't take long for you to realize that, indeed, you're the one who is a little coo-coo.

The sound effects are what put the nail-in-the-coffin (no pun intended), for my impression of this game. They are sick, including lifelike screaming, yelling, and moaning. In Postal, when you shoot someone, they don't die. Oh no, that wouldn't be as fun as having to hear them moan and cry and call for help, right? Police officers come at you, screaming comments like "Make him stop!" and "He'll kill us all!"

Graphically, the game isn't any great shakes. It features an overhead isometric point-of-view. There are various environments in which you'll play, including towns, cities, and country hills.

In conclusion, this game isn't for kids, pre-teens, adults, senior citizens, or anyone. Maybe murderers serving multiple life sentences in maximum security prisons would enjoy it, but I don't see why any human with any rational thought could enjoy a game whose entire point is to kill the good guys. Unlike Carmageddon or Grand Theft Auto, where killing humans is depicted in a cartoonish fashion, and only as a small part of the overall game, that is the only thing you can do in Postal, and that is why it's sick, twisted, and demented.