From 2010 to 2014 Richard Cobbett wrote Crapshoot, a column about bringing random obscure games back into the light. This week, misogyny meets misandry in a battle of the sexes with only one redeeming feature… nobody’s going to turn it into a first-person shooter any time soon.

Syndicate was brilliant. You, a ruthless corporate executive, commanding four brainwashed cyborgs on a mission of pure greed and avarice. Cyberpunk cities, filled with a terrified populace to brainwash and turn into your own personal army. A victim somewhere below, a poor soul you can almost imagine getting up in the morning and ambling to his bathroom for a quick pee, only to look out of the window and see the entire city outside, every glazed-eyed citizen clutching mini-guns and Uzis and Gauss guns, up to and including his own protectors. And as the warm trickle runs down his leg and onto the floor, you sit in your evil, all-seeing blimp, steeple your fingers, and whisper the single word: “Excellent.”

Gender Wars is Syndicate, only mixed with a Boys vs. Girls soccer match. Two tastes that go together like caviar and stupid.

There’s a basic rule in comedy that the more offensive you want to be, the funnier you have to be to get away with it. If someone laughs, they effectively forfeit their right to complain. It’s the Law. Unfortunately for Gender Wars, there’s little chance of anyone laughing. At all. At anything. It’s the comedy equivalent of a prolonged mother-in-law joke, playing off tired old stereotypes. 

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