Homefront: The Revolution
In retrospect, could Homefront: The Revolution's grubby alternative future have been any more on point about our dystopian present? The game's America is a broken, occupied warzone following the military and economic ravages of a despotic, ruinously halfwitted president with no idea about foreign policy or the consequences of his own actions. Perhaps it should have been called Homefront: The Inauguration instead. Anyway, in Dambuster Studios' digital version of our imminent future, you swiftly encounter every parody of liberty you should be fighting against, not beside: relentless, racist name-calling, by-numbers B-movie gruffness and gun-toting essentialism delivered with all the charm of an evening of locker room talk with The Donald. And, as if that wasn't enough, there's also an endless sequence of game-breaking bugs and ploddingly tedious missions that are almost as oppressive as your enemies. The Trumpocalypse is real, it turns out, and it's an FPS set in a recognizably patriotic hope-vacuum.