Ceph wrote:Sorry, I was in a bad mood.
But really, BIG didn't give any reasons for his disliking the game, so "he told us so" what exactly? I don't recall him mentioning that explosions and enemy shots are hard to tell apart (being the same color) or any other details.
November 13, 2006. It was surprisingly cold for a November morning. I had just finished working on a contract job, locating the documents a lovely new widow needed to claim the inheritance her recently-deceased husband, a telecomms tycoon, had left her. His family never liked her because she was a country girl who had left the farm to pursue her dreams of a career, and marrying a powerful telecomms tycoon. I had found myself paying the bills that at the moment had been piling up due to the lack of previous work. Like ravens or vultures, the bills feasted on the fresh carcass of my recent pay, decimating it enough to leave me with little more than enough to survive for two months. Three, perhaps, if I skimped on some personal luxuries, like Red Bull or Pocky. God, I loved Pocky... suddenly, a knock on the door broke my daydreaming: by the silhouette on the glass I could tell it was probably another young widow. I hoped this time it was about finding the actual killer of the rich husband. I loved those cases...
BIG wrote:Oh man.....
Save your money,kiddies.
I played this game at a Neo-Geo meet a few months back,and I must say that the game is mediocre,at the very best...
B-
"Mediocre". That word stood out like the fresh blood of a recent murder on an chromed Ikea sink. If that wasn't a clear warning, and the magic key I needed to bring this case to an end, I didn't know what it was. For a moment, I allowed myself to think of more Pocky to celebrate another job well done, and smiled, albeit briefly. God, did I love Pocky...
Don't hold grudges. GET EVEN.