By Robert Zak You must have heard by now. Word on the grapevine is that God of War is swapping out a loin cloth for hide trousers, sandals for boots, and the Blades of Chaos for axes, and heading north to desecrate the world of Norse mythology. It sounds like a great idea, and potentially the perfect way to revive a franchise that’s been, errr, in the Styx for the last six years. The Norse gods have always conjured up images of wholesome, hammer-wielding hardiness that makes their Olympian equivalents look a bit prim by comparison. Start trouble at a party on Olympus – with its sunshine and olives, and Apollo plucking away at a harp in the corner – and you’re likely to be met with looks of...
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