| Monday, July 29, 2002 |
 | By route of the Prandial Pony Express, some remarkably disturbing news. Dead or Alive has throughout its three incarnations been a relentlessly exploitative beat-em-up, distinguished first by the ability to remove your opponent's body armour and subsequently clothes with a well-placed kick. You know, and lots of grunting and jiggling and, hey, martial arts action the way you demand it.
This basic conception steered the producers happily through 3 separate incarnations of martial arse. However, it seems they have realised that the fighting is not the aim of the game, but an encumbrance. The result:
Dead or Alive: Beach Volleyball.
I have no idea how exciting my fake girlfriend is going to find this. I think she may catch fire.
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