Most of you won't recall that last week I made two naff game purchases: Far Cry2 and Mirror's Edge. Indeed, my malaise was such that I could not get out of bed for the next two days. However, I formulated a cunning plan, fiendish in it's ingenuity and it's subtle condemnation of The Man and His System.

The plan?

I would return the two games, minus their price tags, together with several DVDs I have outgrown and some Xbox games I no longer play.

The intention?

To trade them in for Batman: Arkham Asylum.

(...and Special Edition LA Confidential, the 1997 crime thriller starring Kevin Spacey, Russell Crowe and the guy from Memento.)

My heist was successful, a nice little score, and I returned home with weed and B:AA to begin my crime-ending reign of terror.

What a hell of a game. The Scarecrow bits made me legitimately piss myself, the stealth bits reminded me of MGS if MGS had been any good after the first game, and my sheer skill with a remote controlled batarang have me stroking my beard and pondering the launch of a Caped Crusade against Crime.

How ace is it, really? It's so ace, if it were in a deck of cards, it would be an ace.

Wicked cool.