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partiamo che l'ho comprato perché ho ottenuto un coupon quindi per 30 centesimi me lo sono preso ma e PIENO DI COSE SBAGLIATE 1)gioco fatto alla caso per fare qualcosa 2)senza un apparente motivo ti fa laggare non il gioco ma steam 3)3000 achievement senza un motivo dove li sblocchi cosi a caso 4)carte collezionabili per fare qualcosa (per fortuna che esistono cosi me le sono vendute per riavere i soldi indietro)

You shoot random things with random weapons. And that's all. Actually, I had fun with this. Yes, I'm a simple man.

Ratinho's program is the most sublime attraction of Brazilian television. That is pure anarchy. It is widespread chaos. While Luciano Huck makes the mason dance Reginaldo Rossi on national network in exchange for a renovation of the house and Yudi Tamashiro induces children (in fact, induces) the inhuman act of promoting animal abuse with tortoise racing by a measly Playstation 2, our celebrated mustachioed presenter of weekly nights found even more creative and ingenious methods of humiliating the poor before giving him some crumb. Take, for example, that picture where the madman has to go down the slope of a wavy slide while holding a tray full of glasses full of Ki-Juice, forbidden to allow the liquid to spill during the process, and all for a prize estimated at the value of 100 reais that can be used later to pay the rest of the water bill or toast in a bar at a pub. Friend, this feat is physically impossible. Try to do that in your home. You can't. If that weren't enough, we still have the classic DNA test. Watching that is a delight, there is always a fight between a furious mother-in-law and a naughty father who didn't bother to take on his own son. Are you aware of how unethical this is to be shown during prime time? Sometimes security guards need to go on stage to separate families before a potential murder occurs. To complete the work even more, it is only in Ratinho that we see magic trick going wrong live, people on fire in the middle of the stage, talent show where no one has talent and even a version of The Voice that seems to have left the ninth circle of hell. Where does he find these figures? Did they come from an unknown Lovecraft book? Do not know. The worker comes home tired as a pack mule and biologically indecent stress; he doesn't want to see a beautiful story of overcoming or news about the dollar's value in the Jornal Nacional. What he wants to see is violence, shouting and turmoil. And Ratinho's program offers all that and more. I never witnessed - in my 21 years as a viewer - a single episode of Ratinho's program that didn't end with the stage in ruins, people running in despair to all sides and without Carlos Roberto Massa's ferocious mustache hitting on filled Marquito's skull with a club. This is entertainment, my dear. And you guys paying for the Fight Club