You, as the President, have been kidnapped by aliens and trapped in a Matrix-like recreation of the city of Steelport. It was a ruse, to make the incredible wackiness that was about to unfold seem all the more silly.
“Please meet the President of the United States of America.” Bathed in purple light, the chairs looked like those your grandmother might own and there wasn’t a giant purple dildo in sight.Īs soon as arse hit seat, the screen sprang to life and we saw the first look at who gamers will be taking control of, the leader of the Third Street Saints, clad here in Uncle Sam garb. It must have been a trap this was supposed to be the grand unveiling of Saints Row IV, the first look at a game renowned for its ridiculousness yet here I was sat in a rather humble looking room.
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