POSTAL 2 Errands Gone Sideways

Each day hands you a to-do list a normal person could finish by lunch: pick up milk, return an overdue book, get Gary Coleman's autograph. The joke is that Paradise is full of people who make that impossible. A toy mascot called Krotchy has gone bad, your Uncle Dave's cult compound is under siege, and the line at the store has opinions. You can try to tick off every chore peacefully, and the game lets you, but the town keeps pushing. One moment you are standing in the checkout queue with your milk; the next, the whole street is on fire and you are running from the police. The week is yours to survive.

The famous part of POSTAL 2 is not the gore, it is the option. The game states it plainly: it is only as violent as you are. You can finish the whole week without throwing a single punch, and players have done exactly that, though the town's residents may go POSTAL on you anyway. Or you can lean in: a shovel, a rocket launcher with a very stupid trick to it, gasoline, and a stream of piss you can aim at anything. Cats work as silencers, a pack of attack dogs can fight alongside you, and Champ, the Dude's semi-loyal pitbull, tags along. Every errand has several ways through, and the one you pick writes the story.