The thing I like about Motorstorm is that it combines two of my great loves in life: machine-based ultraviolence, and snuff films. It really is quite the death-dealing jamboree. Collected below the fold you’ll find a small sample of my favourite end-of-virtual-life moments. It all blends together into a sort of automotive hellscape, a Groundhog Day of collision and torment, fuelled by diesel and bags of money* and amphetamine, from which the only escape be the sweet kiss of stainless steel intersecting your ribcage, at a speed best expressed as an exponent.

* I have to assume these people are rich; they have an aircraft carrier in the intro that they are using as a waterslide