Post by Darth Peccatus on Mar 28, 2005 9:40:05 GMT 1
Frank Castle: "They're gonna release all the inmates and escape in the confusion."
Detective Soap: "What're you gonna do?"
Frank Castle: "I'm gonna kill all the inmates. And escape in the confusion."
It's dumb little reasons, like that dialogue snippet above, which have resulted in me playing The Punisher for about 15 hours already, even though I only received it last Friday. It's...just...that awesome. Even now I'm twitching in a kind of withdrawal symptom, since I haven't fed someone into a weed-whacker/oven/car compactor/etc. recently. I need a ciggarrette. Even though I don't smoke. I just want my voice to be all grumbly like Tom Jane's when I grow up.
At its core, this game is just a 3rd-person shotting affair, but it manages to tick all the boxes for me to enjoy it. Well-implemented ragdoll physics? Yep. Solid gun sounds? Yep. Decapitation and other assorted dismemberment (delete where applicable)? Almost all of the human form available as mulch. Swearing? Well, I don't really need that, but it's there in spades. Goons so cack-handed that you feel like a God by comparison? Naturally!
And then you have Interrogation. With a capital I, for, uhm..."ill". How you might feel after observing some of them. They range from the regular, tamer affairs - choke, smash face off ground, punch in gut repeatedly and threaten with gun - before you get the 'special' versions available depending on the environment. Dangle an idiot out of a window by one of his ankles, slackening your grip a little bit at a time, and laughing as all his change falls out of his pockets. Holding a poor fool's head over a fishtank at the zoo, in which either a swrm of piranhas snap in anticipation of flesh, or a few electric eels buzz ominously. Sandwich another man's head between the bodywork and lid of a coffin and keep smacking the movable part off his bonce until he breaks or croaks. So what if the game goes oddly black-n-white when the killing blow hits? You mean to say your imagination can't fill in the detail, which is just barely off-camera?
And that's not even mentioning Slaughter Mode, where Frank goes nuts, ditches his guns in favour of two big Rambo knives, and scampers around elbowing people's chins with enough force to make their head pop like a Ribena-filled balloon...
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh...trigger finger twitch is becoming unbearable...must kill more...
Detective Soap: "What're you gonna do?"
Frank Castle: "I'm gonna kill all the inmates. And escape in the confusion."
It's dumb little reasons, like that dialogue snippet above, which have resulted in me playing The Punisher for about 15 hours already, even though I only received it last Friday. It's...just...that awesome. Even now I'm twitching in a kind of withdrawal symptom, since I haven't fed someone into a weed-whacker/oven/car compactor/etc. recently. I need a ciggarrette. Even though I don't smoke. I just want my voice to be all grumbly like Tom Jane's when I grow up.
At its core, this game is just a 3rd-person shotting affair, but it manages to tick all the boxes for me to enjoy it. Well-implemented ragdoll physics? Yep. Solid gun sounds? Yep. Decapitation and other assorted dismemberment (delete where applicable)? Almost all of the human form available as mulch. Swearing? Well, I don't really need that, but it's there in spades. Goons so cack-handed that you feel like a God by comparison? Naturally!
And then you have Interrogation. With a capital I, for, uhm..."ill". How you might feel after observing some of them. They range from the regular, tamer affairs - choke, smash face off ground, punch in gut repeatedly and threaten with gun - before you get the 'special' versions available depending on the environment. Dangle an idiot out of a window by one of his ankles, slackening your grip a little bit at a time, and laughing as all his change falls out of his pockets. Holding a poor fool's head over a fishtank at the zoo, in which either a swrm of piranhas snap in anticipation of flesh, or a few electric eels buzz ominously. Sandwich another man's head between the bodywork and lid of a coffin and keep smacking the movable part off his bonce until he breaks or croaks. So what if the game goes oddly black-n-white when the killing blow hits? You mean to say your imagination can't fill in the detail, which is just barely off-camera?
And that's not even mentioning Slaughter Mode, where Frank goes nuts, ditches his guns in favour of two big Rambo knives, and scampers around elbowing people's chins with enough force to make their head pop like a Ribena-filled balloon...
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh...trigger finger twitch is becoming unbearable...must kill more...
