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Review: Sci-fi's biggest scrap is about to chestburst onto your console... | | Brainless brain-eating fun |
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Get more without giving up the gore | | Dan Marshall's not the sort of maniac you want in charge |
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Martin Korda cancels his life and heads pitch side... | | Hybrid heaven? |
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Nick Brakespear rises to the occasion | | David Brown never thought he'd enjoy being in the army |
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Better in the lounge? | | Review: You're surrounded - by sound |
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This isn't the first time Ed Zitron has followed a bearded man into the dark | | A parka-less Ed Zitron braves the frost of Northrend |
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Steve Hill prowls the touchline of a brave new world... | | Martin Korda welcomes back a dear friend and discovers that the old dog has learned a few new tricks... |
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Ed Zitron braces himself for a long, dirty war | | Will Porter wonders when it was that cockneys gave up dancing around chimneypots and became brutal killers |
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Jamie Sefton crashes and burns - not for the first time... | | Review: Worth its weight in blood? |
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Don your space lycra... | | Steve Hill has cars in his eyes, buffs his helmet, etc, etc |
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Review: Lost in space, Ed Zitron holds out a thumb and hopes for the best | | Review: Dan Marshall takes another Hitler-shaped bullet for an increasingly amused team |
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Review: Steve Hogarty was jumping about on the roof, and now he can't get back down. Someone call the fire brigade | | Review: Jon Blyth rappels buildings. Honestly, they just can't stand him |
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