My friend Wildey’s coming

You are Bronson in Death Wish 3! When the game's box features a picture of legendary vigilante crime-fighter, Paul Kersey, wielding a .475 Wildey Magnum, aimed right at our forehead, who's going to argue with Gremlin? Now you need to make him - I mean us - proud by cleaning up the filth-ridden New York streets, flushing out the drug-dealers, pimps, rapists, muggers and murderers. Make an effort not to decapitate bystanding grannies and 'ladies of the night' and the police might just chip in with a scintilla of support. Not that we really need it, we're Charles Bronson! With one arm tied behind our back and ten tranks nestled snugly in our belly, we could Chuck a Norris, Damme a Jean-Claude, Snipe at Wesley, Cage Nicholas, run Vings around Rhames and feed Steven to the Seagals. Do yourself a favour; make playing this your dying wish, it's an absolute riot! ;)