...Or rather, I'd be streaming MGR if notably greedy Konami weren't universally hated with relation to Hideo Kojima's properties and blocked it from being streamed. It's probably a music licensing issue, given the game's an Xbox 360 version — if Platinum, who made the game after Kojima, who'd created the plot and wanted to make the game himself, couldn't figure out how to implement the different approach, want to do an updated HD remake for current or next-gen consoles, I wouldn't say no. Probably a lot of people wouldn't say no, given it's not Konami's ham-fisted cash-grab attempt Metal Gear Survive.
The music is incredibly generic though. I keep getting confused with Ninja Theory's DmC game, which is odd because DmC has a soundtrack by a very good band. But in MGR's case it's just... loud. And there. That's about it. Unlike DmC, it's not one I own the soundtrack for. (...I think?)
There's a bloody-minded part of me that's half-tempted to just set up one of the cameras in front of my monitor. It may yet come down to that, because I am an arse.
It really is a great game though, and surprisingly ahead of its time both in combat mechanics (you see more games with this combat style now than you did then) and with its plot (some bits had me wincing at worrying similarities). It really does have the whole 'incessantly brown' thing going on that a lot of the games of the time did though. (Hello again Gears of War.)
I'm just trying to get it finished now though, because the Resident Evil 2 remake's out tomorrow and I am really looking forward to that. If I'm not streaming via Twitch (if I can get over how much I dislike the app), then you can probably catch me over at Mixer.
No mic, partially because I don't have one that works with the Xbox and partially because you don't need to hear me, and you certainly don't need to hear my dogs, my cats, the parrot, my mother's very, very piercing lovebirds or, indeed, my mother — and they're all what you'd be hearing instead of me.
So I'll be going from one of the dimmest men in gaming (Raiden) to another of the notably-stupid (Leon). Bless, no one's ever loved them for their intelligence.
(We have a lot in common in that respect.)