A few days ago – just in time for Christmas – we spewed out some of our best game picks from the blog. Now that the turkey carcasses have been picked clean and the hangovers have cleared (somewhat), it’s time to dip into Santa’s secret stash for more goodies from the past year or so…
New Retro Games’
Part 2: The Christmasing
Zenodyne R is a retro style 90’s inspired vertical shooter, where memorising bullet patterns is the order of the day. It’s highly derivative – following pretty standard conventions of the decade such as different ships to choose from, powerups and large boss encounters. And, apparently, starting the name of the game with one of last three letters of the alphabet (see: Xydonia, Z-Exemplar)
(like) Mad Max had managed to get himself out of the desert and into a macabre industrial plant; but you’re no savior. You will be the
judge, jury and executioner as you Khmer Rouge the last remains of humanity.
If you want a vision of Butcher, imagine a cyborg stamping on a human face for 20 levels. You may be a barely discernible slab of pixels, but there’s no meatbag you can’t tear limb from limb.
It was the best of times, it was the blurst of times. Luckily, some old school adventure, flying, and punching action awaits just ’round the corner:
- This is just a tribute: free Stranger Things Tribute adventure!
- When boys were owls: platform-RPG Owlboy release date!
- Bleeding out: Soviet Streets of Rage in Mother Russia Bleeds!
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Just like after most of my nights out, Capsule finds you waking up the next day in a strange place, with no idea of where you are or how you got there. Unlike my morning afters, though, here you’re stuck in some kind of capsule that could be, for all you know, in the void of space, on the surface of some unfamiliar planet, deep underground or perhaps in the underwater depths. So you do what anyone in that situation would do: cruise through a hostile land to the nearest station, and read through people’s personal emails.
I’ve accumulated enough imagery and details of San Francisco to feel a kind of vicarious attachment to the place, even without having ever been there. So when Read Only Memories comes along and brings Neo SF onto my 14″ CRT, I sure as hell hope the latte sipping liberals have been dealt with (and Fuller House can go, too -ed.).