Do yourself a favor. Take that money and go buy an old Sega Genesis and a copy of Streets of Rage. You'll spend less money, and have a much better time. Honest.

This is some of the weakest, button-mashy gameplay you'll ever experience.

At least we now have a low bar for Grand Theft Auto clones.

What possessed Sega to go in this direction is beyond us. Maybe maintain the edgy appeal that Sonic never had in the first place. In doing so, they betrayed the very thing that makes Sonic well...Sonic.

At the end of the day, what you'll find in the box is a bunch of nice extras that are packaged with a horrible batch of code that barely qualifies as a game.

Yes, lucky shots are really the only way you will kill or be killed in Renegade Paintball.

This is the most low-rent sports game this side of "NRA Varmint Hunter."

It looks appalling, contains some absolutely egregious gameplay, and subjects the player to some downright execrable dialogue. Whatever it is, Bad Boys is nowhere near good.

A disaster. It's a mile-long train wreck in Gotham City's dirtiest and most rat-infested train yard.

In the end, it's almost physically painful to try to wade through this game, especially if you've already played it in its previous incarnations.

We could go on to describe the pointless level design, sloppy controls, and graphical glitches galore, but how much more convincing do you need? Don't buy it!

A series of frustrating elements add up to an overall inferior experience.

The sloppiness of the gameplay is matched by the bland, glitchy graphics. Environments are simplistically rendered, with muddy colors and blurry textures.

It looks appalling, contains some absolutely egregious gameplay, and subjects the player to some downright execrable dialogue. Whatever it is, Bad Boys is nowhere near good.

A hollow, stripped-down experience.

As far as we can tell, Mamodo Battles was made for stupid, uncoordinated kids with poor taste in gaming and a big love of all things Zatch Bell!

This is some of the weakest, button-mashy gameplay you'll ever experience.

The fielding controls are slow and unresponsive, the baserunning interface is a mess, you can't check your swing, and-for a nice dose of creepy-the wispy-voiced but obviously adult announcer casually mentions that he's got to run because his mom is coming to pick him up.

Aiming to be the first Kinect game for the hardcore audience, Steel Battalion: Heavy Armor fails miserably at the most fundamental necessity: motion controls that actually work. The story lacks any substance and can't make up for this horrid attempt at creating a follow-up to one of the most-revered mech-shooter series to date.

Its sins are so atrocious that Activision really ought to address whatever it was that happened here publicly. This is a broken game, and perhaps a half-finished game. It isn't worth your money or your time, and it effectively kills the PS Vita's chances of ending its launch year with at least one quality portable FPS in the books.