"History repeats itself: first as tragedy, then as farce."
Now, the first Saints Row game was comparatively straight. It wasn't exactly Homicide: Life on the Street, but you weren't going to climb on board any rocket-powered jet-bikes either... Saints Row: The Third drinks wackazade from a clown shoe. This is a trilogy progression we academics call 'Evil Dead Syndrome' and I'm not sure I like it.
