The Narrator: Twenty years ago this was the scene of the last war on Earth. This Pacific island is where the future was built. Where the old guard, the fossilized establishment was brought down. Twenty years have been spent building a new Earth. A world of plenty, and peace. But the old guard never went away. The remaining monsters of the 20th century, the death-lovers, the power brokers, the old men who lived on theft and hate, have formed a cabal, with the intent to break the world apart. With new machinery, unimagined by the outside world, they have incorporated the island into a newly grown chicane of similar islands, the Earth literally forced by machines to throw islands up into an artificial design. The cabal control their operations from the shielded island in the center of the chicane. Operations for war against a world that's given war up. It's up to the new society of two 2032 to relearn war. To revive the last of the Adaptive Cruisers. Give it the ability to lend battle vehicles autonomous controls by bonding their systems with the chip-contained minds of dead soldiers; and to send them all into the chicane to fight their way through to Island Zero... and the nightmare, waiting there to be set loose upon the planet. These are hostile waters...
Hostile waters lean happily assure you, has nothing to do with pissing razor blades. It has, however, got rather a lot to do with a sublime symbiosis of genres, superb gameplay and a compelling storyline with more twists than a perm.
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We can breed in animals a strain of courage until they will fight to the death. Yet onewould not care to meet a strange bull dog in an alley; and the game chicken is not goodfor the pot, or for the laying of eggs. But might we not in man, with his moral natureto which we can appeal, breed a strain of courage not arising out of ferocity, but ahigh sense of integrity and duty, until the only thing which he fears is dishonor? 2ff7e9595c
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