Kratos, You're The Best.

And if you've played the games, then you know I'm right. It's nearly impossible to top mass-deicide as a premise.

Anyway -- About an hour ago, I was talking to a friend about having played through the first three God of War games, and like the oceans of blood spilled by Kratos, my mind flooded with memories.

Kratos was so awesome, and his adventures were so fucking fantastic, that I couldn't pick up another game and feel anything for more than a year. How was any other game going to satisfied me after I'd tasted delicious godflesh?

I'd killed all the Olympians and all the Titans. There was nothing left to do but suffer through my first existential crisis of the gaming variety. Every other title simply did not include Kratos carving his way through some embarrassing pantheon of gods. They were all -frustratingly - about something else.

The limitless amount of cutting, smashing, stabbing and breaking that takes place over those games still fills me with good old fashion deicidal joy.

I figured there must be some people out there who need a little bit of that old school godslaying bloodlust to make their night. So here you go: