Live Magazine February Issue February 2014 | Page 23

COMMENT
“AND THE REASON FOR THAT IS, SIMPLY: SEX SELLS.”
Picture it: Gaming night.
You’ve found the gold. Levelled up. Collected the enormous
guns and thrown around some heavy objects. Your pockets
are probably stuffed full of cigarettes and candy bars and
all sorts of “nutritious” items. You’re about to unlock a super
secret area that will allow you access to brilliant things like
more gold and munchies, or the destruction of an entire alien
race that may or may not actually deserve it. But what’s this?
Over there, in the corner – No, blocking the only door to the
super secret area – Now sashaying slowly and sensually in
front of the camera –
Ah.
That’s it.
This game has an R rating, and the naked ladies have arrived.
They’re here for you, of course; you and your tall, dark,
emotionally conflicted yet duty-bound (and extremely muscle-bound) leading character. They’re the only women in
the world, apart from your purely platonic colleague – if you
have one. And hey, she probably fancies you too. Why not?
We have the permission to display more than just rusty machinery and pixellated blood spatters, so now the heads will
roll, and so will the passionate, sweaty bodies.
Video games have always been violent. Okay, maybe I never gutted any rogue marines in “ &&&