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strikingly realistic pgr2 screenshots


Check out the whole thing at Bizarre Creations. Are they really going to get that many hi-resolution textures in the game? Holy moly. (kotaku)

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  1. Just for the pedantry - it's PGR 3. PGR 1 & PGR 2 were Xbox (should we start calling that Xbox 180?) titles and the whole series is basically the spiritual heir of Metropolis Street Racer from the Dreamcast.

    I tend to overlook Bizarre Creations and PGR when listing my Microsoft rants - I guess they are another of the few companies who didn't get the raging phallus from MS. Which is an odd omission because I still play PGR2 online occasionally - I should remember better. I wasn't sure for a while that PGR3 was happening, but it does look like it's gonna be sweet.

    Often I'd dismiss this sort of shot as not representing the gameplay, but since they already have a track record of having cool racing in realistic looking cities I'll give them a pass on this one.

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