What a delightful experience. I learnt about a lot of things - the anatomy of rats, morrisseys and ghosts. TIP: Shoot the guts on the floor to stop some of the respawns
There's always so much more to learn about the human body. Truly it is a miracle! This game is a wonderful and absorbing tribute to the most incredible machine on earth. I felt like I was there inside Earl, battling through the strange delights and wonders his digestive tract / circulatory system / whatever the hell that yellow thing with the red square in the middle was. 5/5
Just like all these elephant games, it's ruined by really lousy movement. Jerky, unresponsive and at times even going in the opposite direction to the arrow pressed. Q. I understand the first game was a joke, but surely nobody is actually playing this to completion? A. Of course they are. Everyone loves sequels, and stop calling me Shirley
Come into existence -> All mice fall in obvious trap -> Shaman kills self, possibly trolling -> Stand still until level restarts. Despite this, I am having lots of fun.
I hate to say it, but the repetitive play, forced slow progress and re-hashing of the same enemies drain the life out of this for me completely. I loved the first bubble tanks, but this feels like the same game stretched over far more levels than are fun to play - 7 bubbles full of the exact same enemies over and over again? Urgh!
Having to restart the entire campaign if I lose even once seems a little bit harsh. It's like being beaten with a cane for not learning my 37 times tables.
I do like the game, but I have to say my favourite part was the loading screen. That doesn't reflect badly on the gameplay, I promise - it was just a really good loading screen.
The forward balance motion really shows how much this guy loves his bike. There's nothing quite as rewarding as avoiding death by doing pelvic thrusts in mid-air.
Escaping my own wedding? Well there aren't any guests. Or a bride, in fact. This also seems to be one of those click-until-you-beg-for-mercy games, so there's every chance that as the unlucky husband to be, I'm going to die in that room. Unless I survive on the chocolates and the alcohol until I've finally plucked up the courage to throw myself through that bay window.