There aren’t many games where you can kill a half-naked barmaid with flaming coconuts for boobs using a badger as a chainsaw while making your way through a strip club. In fact, there’s only one: Postal 3. A farmed-out sequel to the gross-out third-person shooter, Postal 2, it was so bad that even series’ developer Running With Scissors disowned it on release in 2011, presumably irked that the Russian team hired to take their nuanced and rich critique of American cultural decline – featuring a redheaded goatee-sporting psychopath in a trench coat on a mission to kill everyone he meets by shooting them in the face, sometimes with semen – had failed to meet its stringent quality control standards. A porn parody of a movie that already sucked, Postal 3 marked a low point for a series that could once proudly proclaim Uwe Boll as a fan so dedicated that he directed the movie. Which also sucked.