Interestingly sufficient, the crown of greasy brambles and throne of compacted garbage to be awarded to the worst match of 2011 are in this case two crowns and perhaps some type of chaise lounge affair, simply because I can not choose which creepy, masturbatory, direct you by the nose, flimsily justified violence on vastly inferior enemies, open up-prices "practical" shooter with a three on the conclusion I despise the most: Battlefield three or.