My artsy geek alarm sounded when I saw Killer 7 sitting in the used rack at EB Games. I'd heard good things. Or, if not good things, that it was a total trip to play with buckets of style. It was pretty much mandatory that I pick it up for the $10 they demanded, since if nothing else, I could keep it in my game rack to create the illusion of depth. It's like Proust. Nobody reads Proust, but people think you're smart if you have it on your shelf.