Saints Row: The Third Tank skydiving and city-wide mayhem

The Saints are famous now: sneakers, energy drinks, bobble heads. Then the Syndicate demands tribute, and refusing means war in Steelport, a struggling city of sin. The story is a satire that skips real drama entirely and aims at pop culture, action movies and video game clichés instead. It plays out in big set pieces: you rob a bank wearing masks of your own faces, skydive from a plane mid-shootout, and assault a penthouse party with a licensed soundtrack blasting. The plot is nonsense, and that is the point. You play to see what ridiculous thing happens next.

Steelport is your playground from the start, and the game pushes you toward chaos immediately. Tanks, helicopters, guided missile launchers, gas grenades and stranger things sit alongside ordinary guns, all upgradeable. You can buy up buildings around the city for growing payouts, customize cars, and unlock abilities through a respect system: more health, extra allies, passive income. Side activities lean into the joke: insurance fraud where you fling yourself through the air for money, a lethal reality show run by Professor Genki, escort jobs that should not make sense but do.

Co-op is where this game sings. You connect easily, play through the whole campaign together, and the absurdity doubles when there is a witness. The opening mission drops you both out of a plane to chase a friend falling without a parachute, weaving between debris while shooting back. After that you can race each other across rooftops, compete over who causes more damage, or just watch the physics do something stupid and lose it laughing. Sessions are casual and social: join up, pick a direction, and see how fast the city catches fire.