Saints Row

Saints Row is an action-adventure open world video game developed by Volition, Inc. and published by THQ. It is the first title in the Saints Row series and is succeeded by Saints Row 2, Saints Row: The Third and the upcoming Saints Row IV. A PlayStation 3 port was cancelled after protracted development time. The game was released to commercial and critical success, selling over 2 million copies, and prompting for development of its sequel.

Set in Stilwater, a fictional city based heavily on the likes of Detroit and Chicago, the game begins with the unnamed protagonist being caught up in a war between three rival gangs. He is rescued by Julius Little and Troy Bradshaw, who lead the 3rd Street Saints, a street gang tasked with bringing an end to the ongoing gang war that has crippled the streets of Stilwater. When he is offered a position in the gang, the protagonist accepts and the storyline follows his subsequent journey as he aids the Saints in bringing down the other gangs, giving them full control over the city.

Saints Row is composed of elements from action-adventures and features open world gameplay that gives players control over their playing experience. An array of land-based weapons and vehicles are included in the game and an in-depth customization system allows the player to modify the protagonist's appearance and clothes, as well as vehicles. Saints Row also features competitive multiplayer modes and an online gang system.

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