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What I did on my holiday: fun with Sleeping Dogs

Brenna Hillier skived off this afternoon to go hands-on with United Front Games' undercover cop adventure, Sleeping Dogs, and had a perfectly scrumptious time.

Here's what I did today:

I walked through the neon streets of Hong Kong during a festival, listening to the roar and chatter of the crowds, punctuated by the hissing and thud of fireworks and the jarring cries of street hawkers.

I chased a man, dodging and weaving through knots of bystanders and cursing, stumbling when I didn't manage it. I scrambled over walls and leaped across tables, skidded around corners and hurtled up steps without breaking my pace in the slightest.

I jumped off a ledge, arms flailing wildly as I hung briefly in mid air, view drawn inexorably downwards - crashing through a glass ceiling to land in the centre of a sushi restaurant.

I faced a group of thugs, including one with a knife, and flowed around them like water running over your hands, only the shower doesn't usually punch you so hard you curl up and die.

I pushed a man's head into the fans of an uncovered air conditioning unit; it exploded in a drops of blood and globbets of meat. I pushed another man face-first down an air conditioning vent; his legs wiggled frantically for the remainder of the fight.

I raced a super car through the city streets, guided by red smoke flares and floodlights, as two women giggled in the backseat and three rivals tried to knock me to my death; I rammed one and it veered off the road and exploded.

I used an angle grinder to tear the bonds from my hands and feet and strangled my captor to death with a power cord.

I snuck up on a dude having a whizz and smashed his face against the toilet before drowning him in his own urine.

I held a man's face against a stove (and later, a BBQ) until his hair caught fire - and then for several seconds longer - effectively knocking him out of the fight.

I pushed a man into an open circuit box, smashing it and frying him.

I leapt over a stack of crates and took a shotgun out of a very surprised man's hands; then I shot him in the face and his head went somewhere else with a wet thump.

I took cover behind a pallet of goods, which rapidly dissolved under a hail of gun fire, which surprised me unpleasantly.

I took a running jump between two skyscraper construction sites, as driving wind and rain whipped the perilous heights.

I drove a car at high speed along a raised freeway and, on a whim, turned off through a broken section of barricade, flying through the air to land on top of three others, which exploded.

I tried on a lot of fancy manly clothes and admired my muscles and tattoos.

I went to a massage parlour, but it was empty for the preview build.

I had the control pad pried from my protesting hands. I took the wrong train on the way home and wasted several hours of my day which seemed like a serious letdown after everything else, but on the other hand, it's that many less hours till Sleeping Dogs comes out.

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