Mafia III Plain of Jars

I fucking loved the story of Mafia III: Plains Of Jars like I love Mafia III as a game. It was the first time in video game history where these assholes in corporate America got it right and let us play the racist, sexist, and misogynistic south we all learned about in the history books with a black exploitation character out there burning shit up and living past the credits. I’ve played the Mafia Trilogy over twenty years of my life – do you know how fucking fantastic the story must be for that type of replay value? Trust me, it ain’t easy. Those crazy Czechs might not speak English but they know American rage and pain, I’ll tell you that. For the rest of this review so it doesn't take up too much space go to my Random Thoughts on Articulate Madness.