It's a long and arduous reading, and it's image intensive.
The review didn't give me an irresistible urge to go and order a Carnivore right away, but now I know that if I'll decide to purchase one (or two), I won't be disappointed afterwards. I know exactly what to expect. That alone means an awful lot to me. And, for me, that's what reviews are for.
I deployed my folders instead. Ready for the grueling bouts of hand-to-hand combat, I brought out my Carnivour first. It
made an incredible showing in the classic chopsocky-like fashion. Even Jackie Chan would have been proud. Snap cuts flew out like a chain of lightning accompanied by the thunderous boom of a blood-curdling battle cry. Time seemed to slow down at this point. Beads of sweat trickled down the hero's heavy brow as he slowly scanned the war torn battlefield with his eyes.
Everywhere he looked, the once mighty giants amongst them began to slowly separate and fall from the crisp, clean, surgically cut lines. Unfortunately, even with its keen edge, the foes are proving to be a match for the dark predator. With the more supple ones, our hero can only grab, chop, and curse at these abominations until they have been cut in half or their vile tendrils are evicted from the bosom of Mother Earth.