Pencil Pusher

Leonard Fisk, 44, certified public accountant, has never had a parking ticket. Then he matched the description of the Beige Bandit ("male, twenty to sixty, beige"). After nine hours of interrogation the detectives have eaten his sandwich, keep calling him Lenny and finally slide him a pencil to sign a confession. That was a mistake.

Pencil Pusher is a first-person shooter drawn like a comic book: flat colours, black ink lines, hatching in the shadows, sound words that pop up in the room, speech balloons over every head and comic panels that slide in for the nastiest kills. Three chapters, told in comic pages: fight your way out of Precinct 52, turn your own trial into a riot after a cup of water lands in the judge's face, and burn St. Dymphna's psychiatric hospital to the ground on your way out.

Fifty-five weapons, all different and all picked up where you are: a pencil, a stapler, a typewriter and a seized katana at the precinct; a gavel, a harpoon from the evidence room, a bowling ball and the Sword of Justice in court; a spork, a defibrillator, molotovs, gasoline trails and a weed burner in the ward. Everything can be thrown, kicked people fall over, wet people conduct electricity and fire spreads over carpets, beds and curtains. Ragdolls, blood, dismemberment, a TEMPER meter that turns the world into slow-motion noir, three bosses and an accountant who tallies the property damage.

Brutal and very dark humour – for adults only. Keyboard and mouse. Your progress is saved to your account at every checkpoint.