There is a moment in Blood & Truth where the player gets to be a club DJ and a bloodthirsty crack shot at the exact same time. Hunkered behind a turntable in a shootout, one hand can fire a pistol into the brains of irate henchmen while the other, if you’d like, can scratch a nearby record and perfect the beat. This lasts about a minute but the absurd duality speaks for the entirety of B...[Read More]