If the laws of nature allowed it, I would have this game's babies.
I would have this game's horrificly disfigured , mutant, abomination babies.
When you play this game, you will die.
A whole lot. Over, and over, and over again.
The entire crux of the game is deciding where you want to draw the line between hope and futility, and how one can define either. It means traverseing a world on the brink of its own death, and learning that not only has the world been here before, but it has gone over that brink before.
You will not be able to decide whether your greatest enemy is the world itself, the monsters that inhabit it, other PLAYERS, or maybe just yourself. You will have to decide if aiding others, preying upon others, or protecting others is the best path for preserving yourself.
You will throw your controller.
You will die ( a lot).
You will wonder whether or not the Developers really, truly hate you-- not as a player, just you specifically as a person.
You will realize that you DO hate other players.
And if you don't give up; if you repeatedly throw yourself at a brick wall until it crumbles.
You will know what it means to be the freaking BATMAN.