Close your eyes and imagine the following: Mass Effect flirts with Splinter Cell. After a few drinks, one thing leads to another and the two get down and dirty. A few months later (what is the gestation period for games?) a little bundle of joy pops out, and the couple decides to name it Alpha Protocol. At first glance the little one seems like it has the best parts of its parents. But as with all drunken mishaps a few of the required genes never made it into the pool. Sure, it can talk the talk, but it’s a little slow, a little ugly, and ultimately the black sheep of the family. And just like the sad little runt of the litter you can’t help but feel sorry for it, maybe even love it a little.

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