So here’s the situation: I’m playing Gears of War multiplayer and doing what every good soldier should, i.e., cutting open skulls with a chainsaw, sticking grenades to enemy combatants, running through piles of entrails and, of course, curb-stomping stricken foes with my impossibly large boots. Just another day at work. Then, interrupting my marathon of visceral carnage, lands Viva Pinata, with its sickeningly upbeat colors and grinning pinata horse on the cover. It represents everything that Gears of War is not, a mockery of my current obsession, sitting there taunting me, distracting me with its rainbow hues. I decided to play one final round of Gears and wasted no time in watching my head explode like a Gallagher watermelon, thanks to the perfect aim of some distant, no-good sniper. Bah!