Become symphonic in Narita Boy! A radical action-adventure as a legendary pixel hero trapped as a mere echo within the Digital Kingdom. Discover the mysteries behind the Techno-sword, lock swords with the corrupt and tainted Stallions. Save the world!
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Some amazing neo-retro stylings wrapped around a hack and slash platformer with plenty of backtracking woven together with the suffering of the digital world creator told through collectible memories throughout.
Outstanding music that drives the emotion and action and almost becomes part of the story but not quite. These Stallions sent forth by HIM ain’t the Wild Stallions I think of during the 80s. But I did enjoy my ride on my mech enabled Stag (my spirit animal)…well…up until I didn’t enjoy it…and then I was like. F this
Art: a unique neo-retro style that employs a crt effect.
Animation: Really great! Fun to look at for sure
Music/Effects: punching above its weight class.
V/O: pretty nonsense but fitting
World Building: pretty good fantasy. Could use less techno babble
Currency: good will and floppies
Gameplay/Loop: metroidvania a little lackluster
AI/NPCs: dumb as dirt and on rails
Controls: mostly works when the task is not improbable
Interface: not that great. Health disappears when not in battle?
Replay/Endgame: like any metroidvania…long waits between visits
Dear Family, just an update on my job search so far. As you know it is difficult to find a job for us Aboriginals in British occupied Australia during the 1800s so you can imagine I had high hopes when I came across Mr. Marston’s newspaper ad for a manservant on his ranch. However, since taking the job, I have had to adjust my expectations to match the reality of manservant.
Anywho, A Yank showed up today to shoot dingoes with his sharp-shooting gun and he has the biggest mustache you have ever seen. You wouldn’t believe this thing! You could hide a couple of Baby Eating Dingoes and a Wallaby up in there….. and if that wasn’t enough facial hair for your Cheeto-Shaped-Grub Acid Trip Nightmares, then the fact that he has 2 more mustaches on his face surely will, one above each eye. It’s enough to make you want to go cliff diving with no water! Oh, that reminds me. How’s the baby? Too soon?
Well I have to go. It is time to serve Mr. Marston and the Yank their dinner. I hope they choke. Mr. Marston beats me and the Yank is giving me eyes that are saying “Before you make love to me. You have to say two words” How about No. There I only needed one.
Ok, Love you, and as always Didgeridoo and Kangaroo Poo.
No animals were harmed in the making of this intro. I mean…why would I even say that! We totally harmed the animals. Randy.
Quigley Down Under (1990) – Before you make love to me. You have to say two words. “You mean Kangaroo Shit?” or Like a Gun Butt to the scroat… I can wait.
SHOW NOTES
Down Undah
Newman Music…got to be.
Putting metal in leather. The Leather and metal show.
Drag your finger on a map down to Australia!
Taking the Miss Liberty across the ocean from California
Fremantle, Western Australia…the wild west of Australia.
Gun Butt to the testicles! That’ll fix your hurry up.
from Wyoming
That is 2 testicles blows in under 5 minutes.
Look out Roy! She ain’t no Damsel in distress. She is just a Damsel in a Mess.
Marston sent for you.
Crazy Cora
This music brings me joy. There is a lot of it.
Some beautiful shots.
The British. My old rival!
British bring in the cattle thieves and 2 deserters.
Irish can’t do the job?
Deep cut British jokes.
God made Australia last.
Pthlll…that is alot of dust…
Took him 3 months on a boat getting there.
Legendary Sharp. Lever-Action Breach Loader. Usual barrel length’s 30 inches. This one has an extra four. It’s converted to us a special .45-calibre, 110-grain metal cartridge. with a 540-grain-paper-patched bullet. It’s fitted with double set triggers and a vernier sight. It is marked up to 1200 yards. This one shoots a mite further.
Whitey in a bucket.
Whitey…keep on riding.
Dirt blow and a weather vane! Why it’s almost cheatin!
Everybody is dirty…soooo dirty
Trespassing. Get shot. Steal the cattle. Get shot. be a woman. Get shot
A ranch full of lookie-loos
Hired to shoot dingos
really hired him to kill the natives.
nobody knocks me out of my own house.
“You forgot the gold.”
Leave some water and you can have the gold or the knife to the belly.
Don’t flee in a straight line from a sharp shooter. I’m a shart shooter.
“I wish people would quit hitting me in the head.”
Sleep during the day. Walk in the night.
I can’t tell you the number of times I have almost died in the outback, only to be nursed back to health by the local natives. Didgeridoo!
“You mean Kangaroo Shit?”
Eat the grubs! Cheetos!
They they teaching and learning.
Comanches were just Drunk Indians. But she smothered Roy Jr. Too late.
“you mean if you practiced a lot. No.”
Brutal. Pushing people off the cliffs.
Marston’s Men are everywhere.
Oh great…the Dingos are going to eat her baby!
Dingoes love babies….nom nom nom.
Uh oh…she has a history of hushing babies to death. Better let the Dingo have him.
Dingoes gotta eat.
You forgot about the window in the roof! The hole in the rooof
Oh man…when all else fails…drop some shit on the guys head like home alone.
Like shooting Quigley’s in a turned upside down boat.
I give up! Hey Quigley
Who shot Klaus’ Mom! Those son of britches!
Everywhere Quigley goes…misery follows.
Ride with me to the Gap
He got her the dress!
She had to give up the baby! But Roy and her and the baby!
Crazy Crazy Run Quigley.
200 Pounds in Gold. Reward. For killing Quigley
He turned Scottie into a note!
Nobody sleeps! He is the Quigley in the night.
I think Tom Selleck is doing his own stunt horse riding.
This rock is covering me just fine.
Brophy! Run! Too late. Brophy got wood.
How many lives does he have in that mustache?
Marston likes to make a show of things.
Are you stupid? Don’t give Popeye the spinach…don’t give hulk the gamma…don’t
Some men are born in the wrong century. I was born on the wrong continent.
This ain’t Dodge City…and you ain’t Bill Hickock.
You know he ain’t dead…he gonna shoot you in the back dummy.
By god. I am going to get naked right here….
Time to fight the British again?
That is a bit of a dust up.
I told my friends what you did. We came as Quigley as we could.
Aboriginal Jeeves manservant left as Quigley as he came.
What’s in a name. Roy Cobb or Matthew Quigley
Before you make love to me. You have to say two words. Matthew Quigley.
A wild tale of love, death, chickens, and redemption! Chicken Police is a buddy-cop noir adventure, with a carefully crafted world, a gritty story, and lots of absurd humor. The game mixes elements of classic adventure games with visual novel-style storytelling
EXPERIENCE
What happens when Frank Miller’s Sin City walks into a Buddy Cop movie about a couple of anthropomorphic Chickens in a town full of animals, murder, class warfare and racism? Well you get this clucking thing.
Heading on down to Clawville! Mesmerizing. Bwock bwock
Art: Clucking cool style that takes a minute to get used to. Noir live action anamorphic characters in a steamy city. Animal heads on human bodies. This game gets my costuming award for indie games of 2020
Animation: Pose to Pose pivot point movement that works in the context of this game.
Music/Effects: The music pulls (mostly jazz noir) really pulls you into the moment.
V/O: Very competent voice over. I would listen to this as an audiobook anyday.
World Building: Built on a lot of tropes but in a good way. A variation on theme that allows exploration into some serious topics like race relations, social classes and relevant issues of today and yesterday.
Currency: Good Will
Gameplay/Loop: Explore, Investigate, Question and some simple puzzle solving.
AI/NPCs: The NPCs are on rails. We are revealing a story and have a small amount of control over relationships.
Controls: Mouse clicks. Clicky Clicky.
Interface: Minimal. Very polished and appropriate to the style and theme of the game.
Replay/Endgame: Some replay value inline. No manual save system so you go from start to finish and then you would have to start all over again. Probably a one time play through and then wait a while and forget everything. I didn’t reach the endgame. But I think I know where it is going.
Score: 9 Dames out of 10 Walking in and out of my Clucking life
Oh man, you guys won’t believe all the vintage crap I found at an estate sale over the weekend after the little old lady down the street passed away. Let’s see. I got pack of Virginia Slims, $140 dollars worth of vulgar underwear, One of them old school corded phones with 9 foot of curly cord and my best find; a case of Newman’s Own salad dressing from 1989. Oh man that was good year for Salad Dressing…. and vulgar underwear!
Anywho, I’m exhausted after all that shopping so I’m still in bed this morning. Right now I’m in my vulgar underwear smoking Virginia Slims and guzzling down Newman’s Own salad dressing. Sacrifices were made on the old grocery shopping this week. Corners were cut! Also, good thing this is an audio only podcast or you guys might see some Dunaway Thigh. hahaha
ahh, crap…spilt my Newman’s Own…no worries… I will just clean up with these old rags I have lying around and toss them into that pile of oily rags on the floor. Better get rid of this cigarette too. Toss.
Alright, so…This week on Filmsack we take the scenic elevator all the way up to the Promenade Room to sack the classic….(sniff sniff) hey do you guys smell something? It smells like smoke. Probably nothing. Where was I…oh yeah…we take the scenic elevator all the way…(sniff sniff) that is definitely smoke. OH NO! My rag pile!
Randy, Randy, fetch me my 9 foot “cor-ded phone so I can call Paul New-mon! Save meeeee! or call Steve McQueen to save me! Oh no the 89! Randy
The Towering Inferno (1974) – Like 140 dollars of vulgar underwear. I only needed 15 minutes but we got over 165. Oh good the Navy is here.
SHOW NOTES
2 hours and 44 minutes! Did Zach Snyder cut this!?
This music is epic. What is this helicopter up to?! That had to be a pretty new Helicopter in 1974.
Duncan has their own helicopter? “We got to get these donuts to the people!”
-Note To those who give their lives so that others might live– to the Fire Fighters of the World — this picture is gratefully dedicated.
Skyscraper of fire!
He seems pleased as punch to be approaching the city in his Helio-chopper.
Yeah Jurassic Park totally stole this movie’s vibe.
You know there is an old saying that, uh, “No matter how hot it gets up there during the day, there’s not….(Chorus) A damn thing to do at night.”
Urban Renewal program. 1974
Floor 79!
Doug is a busy man! But not too busy for Looooooove
Doug has 140 dollars of vulgar underwear!
This movie is 2 hours and 44 minutes because they have to count out the change. 25…30…50…OMG!
Dude! I want some of those headphones with the telescoping antennas.
Mommy is deaf and daddy is dead…mom don’t party no more.
Would someone get those G12’s already!
Uh oh. They let the smoke out.
81st and above is residential…unless you have an office with a suite!
That is some angry electronics
The Juice is loose!
naked Dunaway Thigh.
“Give me a pair of dikes.”
It is Number 2 with a giant pair of scissors.
Uh oh…Son-In-Law of Mr. Duncan did the wiring contract!
“Fire…in this building!!”
Delay that party for a month!
Oil soaked rags on a table under faulty wiring box with faulting wiring under a high volume air vent. Woooosh.
Everybody is mixing business with pleasure.
The house band suuucks!
Burnt Gibbins..Stop Drop and Roll! Did they not know that in 74? Use the ugly drapes!
I ain’t worried about no fire in a utility closet on 81! Now get on your smoking jacket and get up here.
The Glass Tower!
Sprinklers are not working on 81. Why not?
Keep the plans on 79….
7th floor is high as firefighters can fight fires.
Uh oh. He promised dinner would not be delayed.
Is Fred Astaire legit trader or is he a grifter?
uh oh…that fire done blew up
They saved millions on the budget but at what cost! what cost!
We are going down down the scenic elevators
Too late…we already got goobers going down the service elevators!
Pull down that ceiling before it falls down. Right Cappy!
If this movie has taught me anything…it is that humans in 1974 are very flammable
Wagner doing it with his secretary and ignoring the phone.
You make love to a girl and there is no visible marks?
Only 12 at a time in the scenic elevator
Duuude. Don’t open the door.
Good thing Robert Wagner is wearing his smoking jacket.
Who switches off the phone going out! Phones used to suck!
She always wanted to die in bed. You know you don’t have to sit in bed. and burn.
He used to run 100 in 10 flat.
Dan is on fire!!! That is a pretty damn cool scene with him running and burning
Oh…I don’t think he is going to make it.
There is a lot of naked lady thigh in this movie
Oh man…never want to make that decision. Burn or jump.
That is one sweaty juice.
My sister! Where’s Angela?!
Phew. He saved the kitty!
Oh wow…Paul Newman with that upper body strength! I bet that is how he makes his dressing!
Uh…did they not turn off the gas lines? morons
81st floor. Shopping, Vulgar underwear, Secretary Gifts and FIRE TO THE FACE! Don’t worry we will hose you down and put you out with some of these vulgar drapes. You dead.
This building is made out of fire and explosions
I don’t want anymore boomers telling me I stay on my phone too much after seeing this movie. Always on the phone!
Navy is always here to help.
We will just trot right upstairs…79 floors of trotting.
135 (promenade!) Fire Door is blocked by a mixing wheelbarrow of concrete! Stupid subcontractors!
Billy…these ladies are your problem now…Out! Ceiling man!
“I’m gonna fall…I know I’ll fall.” Then you go first…so you don’t take none of us with you…”me and my stupid mouth.”
The rookie made it! Just like in training! He dead
Freight Elevator on 60
Shadow puppets with the kids
Roger is a dick. Stupid Alan Quartermain
The bartender is from Sanford and Son? Julio
Roger is a lush!
She’s on to you. There is no Anaheim Power. He is a con man with a heart of gold. That is his real value
That helicopter was a big ole fail….Here…let me throw some helicopter gas on this fire.
I won the “get the hell out of this inferno” lottery. Copter go bad. Fine…I will take the freefall elevator.
Ain’t that old couple from the Poseidon Adventure?
We need another woman! No…not you Quartermain.
Uh…they could have done better with communicating about that main line being shot into the room.
This fire for sure does not want that particular group of people to escape. Scenic Elevator
I would say about 11. He says 12 people in that elevator
Flaker! Flaker!
I love the “I can’t” I’m doing it lady.
Paul Newman’s son did not inherit his daddy’s upper body strength
As if lowering an elevator by copter wasn’t stressful enough…let’s hang the rookie off the side.
haha..how do I get back down? Ohhh shit.
What number are you?
Water Tanks 2 floors above
Get off! This is my chair!!
uh oh…the Senator didn’t make it. and there goes Alan Quartermain.
Carlos wants to tie himself up to the 29
I love how they didn’t even cut to the Dad when the son-in-law took his death dive.
They need more of those Asbestos suits.
5 minutes to go.
Paul Newman and Steve McQueen have similar eyes.
oh shit…they really made the fire angry…
Some of them lost faith in the plan and untied themselves….guess they abouts to go out the window.
Oh no! Not Carlos! and the 29!!
Bobbing for Bob
The fire is like…RETREAT! IT IS THE WATER!
Hahaha! It is not lost on me that Fred Astaire is grasping a lamp post on the ground while in the “rain down” of the water tower.
Why didn’t they do that to begin with. They should have woken up the structural engineer a lot sooner.
She ded…but her cat is now yours. Sucka! You got the long con.
Now Mr. Duncan will be a powerful force for good against poor subcontracting.
Kind of a shrine to all the bullshit in the world.