Sure, there may be shotgun-toting orcs and dwarves on the mean streets of futuristic Boston, but when you're born an troll, it seems only right to toss aside guns of your own and chase ruffians down with a big slab of lumber with a nail in it. That's how I approached Shadowrun Chronicles: Boston Lockdown – the latest game in the slightly odd renaissance of the 1980s Tolkien-meets-Gibson sci-fi universe – but my brutish approach wasn’t as rewarding as I’d expected based on previous Shadowruns. As with so many elements in this overly simplified cooperative tactical roleplaying game, there's not enough surrounding the act of smashing, smashing, and smashing to maintain its appeal over time.
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