Observing a battle in BaboViolent 2 shows you a broad view of the map and all the carnage being dispensed.

Ahh, the slaughter field. How can you sit in observer mode while your friends are obviously having so much fun?

A disastrous idea if there ever was one, 8 on 8 on a tiny map with little protection. A killfest with non-stop action to be sure. Is there grass under all that red?

Capture the flag with your enemy's base in grenade tossing range. Here red is doing all they can to keep blue away from their flag... it's tough going.

A fast paced game of capture the flag in a small map. It's easy to get on a "roll" with all those babos in such tight quarters, and Hroth seems to have found his.

Once a CTF match ends, scores are posted for bragging rights. Don't camp out and let the team suffer... every kill brings you one step closer to a cap!

Once the smoke clears after a team death match game, one team is left standing. Red has proven itself to be the king of the hill on this map called Fort.

After the all out killfest, one player has to come out on top. Sometimes, second place is a long way away. Crushing your enemy is encouraged in BV2.

The main menu displays normal menus you've come to expect... but with a nice battlefield haze and blood stained wall that beckons you into the action.

Configure your gameplay or find out current key settings in this menu. Leave them at default and you will be replacing your 'F' key soon.

Find a game to play and kill or be killed. Diving into the action is sure to make you sweat, so keep your deodorant handy. (You do use it, right?)

Setup and host your own server and bring death and destruction into your very own livingroom. Join the growing list of benefactors and create a dedicated server on your fast connection.

Courtesy of Ezbez. Two things going for ya... ping and being a crack shot with the sniper. Body count please?

Courtesy of metal apple interactive soldier. (By the time you finish reading his name on your screen, I guess you're dead.)

Courtesy of Paulius Maruska; one well placed grenade, oh so many bloodsplats.

Courtesy of Commander Samuel Vimes. Seriously, why did you think you could stop him from capping your flag?