Genre: Action
Publisher: Vivendi Universal
Developer: Eurocom UK
Release Date: TBD

Here’s what we know.

Predator: Concrete Jungle takes place on Earth, in a city called Weyland on the west coast of the United States, in two separate chapters a hundred years apart.

In the first chapter, a young Predator has come to Earth to hunt humans. Specifically, he’s come to hunt the members of the Borgia crime family, who rule Weyland with an iron fist. 1930s-style mob violence meets alien technology in the ensuing bloodbath. It does not go well for the Predator.

A hundred years later, that same Predator, fresh from a century of exile on some forgotten hell-world, comes back to settle the score. The Borgias have rebuilt themselves into a financial force to be reckoned with, and to redeem himself, the Predator must destroy them once and for all.

While the story is as yet not totally known, the producers promise that Concrete Jungle deals in large part with the foundation and background of the Weyland-Yutani megacorporation, that bunch of smiling maniacs who caused so much trouble in the first three Alien movies. The story in question was written by veteran comics writer Grant Morrison (New X-Men, JLA), who, as all good folk know, owns you for free.

Concrete Jungle is the first video game to star a Predator in his own solo act, and features all the trademark weapons of their race. You’ll get to use his cloaking device, war staff, explosive discs, and claws, as well as a few new toys that’re unique to this game.

The version we saw wasn’t playable yet, but there was some really good-looking footage. Concrete Jungle is a third-person action game, with equal measures of stealth, brawling, and utterly gratuitous bloodletting. You’ll be able to sneak up on unsuspecting targets, using your cloaking device or just by being sneaky, and dispose of them via a variety of gory stealth kills.

Concrete Jungle is under development by Eurocom, the British dev house that brought you 007: Nightfire. It’s currently on track to be released on New Year’s Eve, 2004, because nothing says “Happy New Year” quite so effectively as sneaking up on some poor soldier and removing all his vital organs.