If you really want to be near-silent, you'll need to crouch and then sneak, but we're not going to do that here. This lightens the sound your footsteps make, but you're still audible. So we hit SNEAK (in this case, Spacebar) to go into a predatory huddle. Time to go confess our sins to the priest, which given that we're playing as a physically mature male who happens to be a paid hitman in the modern age, probably includes such grievous spiritual transgressions as masturbation, murder, and belief in Darwinian evolutionary theory. If you look really closely, you can make out exactly what our 'toys' on the opposite wall are. Hell, a fullblown restraining order didn't stop us back in Milan at that special show about clothes and the ladies. He has also taken away our shed key, meaning we can't get in and play with stuff.Ī mere grounding doesn't stop us from peeking through the keyhole though. We've been bad recently so the priest has grounded us, taken away our guitars and amps, and forbade us from playing loud music after 5 p.m. Outside in the back of the yard is a shed for our toys. We're clearly a juvenile delinquent doing community service, and our overarching life goal is to wait till the priest dies or goes senile, transfer the church to our own name, and spray paint the inside with moody black emo paint and listen to GWAR all day. We're doing some gardening for an old priest. We are playing as a bald dude, with a barcode tattooed on the back of his head. I looked for succubi around the tower parapets but couldn't find any. It actually looks like a decent bit of real estate, if you're up for cantilevered flying buttresses and crenellated towers with murder holes. Next thing you see is a church and confessional. The first thing we see in Sicily suggests we're in the opening scene of Gladiator.īetter ingredients, better pizza, Papa Johns. This is the island off the 'boot' end of the Italian peninsula, and features such cultural highlights as the Unione Sportiva Città di Palermo football club, Cosa Nostra mafia-run quadrangular pizza parlors, and the final resting place of Typhon the Eater of the Gods in his headlong flight from Olympus after the clash of the Titans (vide: Mt. The following interpretation makes about as much sense as anything else really.) It also means you'll pretty much have to guess what the hell's going on in the cutscenes.

While this isn't a big hindrance in gameplay, it is a huge shame because you're missing out on the amazing soundtrack. (If you bought the CD version of the game way back when, you'll likely find the sound doesn't work on modern PCs.

Sadly, in a game with such sophisticated combat and beautiful settings, the plot sucks goats' balls. There's a Catholic priest kidnapped (a good guy), a Russian arms dealer captor (a bad guy), and an international agency of assassins that basically sends you on wild goose chases to kill a load of its enemies before it will let you rescue the former from the latter.

In Hitman 2 the plot is pretty much the same. I think the official plot is: in Hitman 1, you were part of a clone army of assassins. In all seriousness, it's a game where the majority of the design work went into the combat/stealth mechanic (which is damn good even today) and the luscious landscapes and level designs (which are were damn good for its time - dated now though). Hitman is not a game you play for the plot.

Hitman 2 silent assassin won't work