It’s almost as if you don’t have the right tools to really display the chaos that has welled up deep inside your soul. You get the feeling that you just aren’t providing the constant murder and mayhem with the proper respect. Headshots stream from your gun, enemies are beaten to a pulp, trucks run over demons, knives rip… well, you get the point. So you finally got your hands on Saints Row: Gat out of Hell and you’re having a blast tearing up every single minion of Satan that happens to cross your path.