It is 1989 Miami. You answer cryptic phone calls that send you to a location, you pick an animal mask, and you walk in and kill everyone, with bats, knives, guns, doors, your bare hands. The view is top-down, the action is so fast that one bullet kills you instantly, and you restart the second you die, over and over, until a room of armed men becomes a single fluid sequence of motion. Between massacres the game goes quiet and strange, asking through half-glimpsed characters why you are doing this and who is really giving the orders. The soundtrack of pulsing synthwave is as famous as the game.
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