Neo Berlin 2062. Tina – a nine-year-old orphan – lives with SAM-53 – her big clumsy robot guardian –in a rooftop makeshift shelter in Neo-Berlin, a dark megalopolis controlled by corporations.
Point and Click your way through a dystopian cyberpunk Neo Berlin in the year 2062 by directing 9 year old orphan Tina (Tea-ner in European English) and her “assigned at birth” Big Dumb Robot Nanny, Sam-53. Living day to day under a rooftop shelter, the duo makes a survival list that the player must seek out by searching and collecting items and info for solutions to the problem at hand. Manage your inventory of craptastic future trash by dragging items onto one another to combine them when possible (typically you get a “i can’t do that.” “That don’t go here” “Nuh huh” or drag an item onto an NPC who you have encountered to unlock dialogue, complete tasks or just to make swapsies. All in the name of survival and curiosity…
Described as Bladerunner meets Studio Ghibili meets Sam and Max…but I find it more like Bladerunner meets Boderlands meets Sam and Max.
Hits some Nostalgia for me, people have complained about politics in the game. There is a character who has a name that sounds like a real politician but looks and sounds nothing like them. Charming.
Art = A+ V/O = A okay for primary characters…B’s and C’s for secondary characters Gameplay = A- it is Point and Click bordering on Find Objects game. It can be slow…but if you like Sam and Max type games…this will be pretty good. Music = B+ Would be an A if I had not have gotten a copyright claim on YouTube. Value = B+ $24.99 for 12+ hours of entertainment. It gets and A when on sale.
3 Tokens out of 4 possible Tokens or 3/4ths of a full Boop.
Hey, thanks guys for meeting me here at Rusty’s early morning bar and grill. Ibbott, go ahead and order another drink. it’s 9AM Mountain time and you got Saturday night at your house to do. Randy, would you like some wings? Scott, stop it…that’s gross.
Anywho, It’s been 11 years and 500 hundred episodes…. and you know, it’s very hard for me to say this, but at one time, you guys were the best. Maybe still are. But nothing lasts forever. Hard as it is to hear. We aren’t the future anymore. Unfortunately for us, we’re part of the past.
As I see it, if we keep this life up, the only way this thing ends, for all of us, is in a sack, in a hole, in the ground and no one giving a shit. Now, if that is the way I am supposed to go out, I can live with that. For me. But what I can’t live with, and won’t live with, is taking you with me.
So, it was a good run, Ibbott go ahead and order another drink. Randy, that is an unhealthy amount of wings. Scott, stop it….that’s gross.
Alright, well I just saw Harrison Ford slip into the backseat of my Ford Pickup Truck outside. I’m not sure if he has some new intel on an upcoming Indiana Jones movie he wants me to sack with my new twitch stream team or if he is just confused because he thinks its his truck. Because you know, Ford in a Ford.
Seriously Randy, no more wings! Do you want me to open up your meat shirt and show you your heart, cause you will be sad, oh so sad!
Happy 500 sacks everybody! Booby slave! Booby slave. Grab me my Mingo phone…I want to call Flash Gor-don to tell him all about it!
This Sunday… it’s Thunderdome Live. Where you don’t want to miss when 2 men enter. 1 man leaves.
Hey, is this going to be like that one time when one of the men who enters is not really a man at all but some kind of grinning boy’s head sitting atop a man-body and then when he starts losing… his little person manager hops into the dome in the middle of the fight and starts yammering in some broken English he learned from Vinyl Records in his Circus train car…. only to be interrupted by yet a fourth individual who enters the dome of thunder to further the discussion on who runs the place…. all the while no “man leaves?” Cause that was some real partisan based pig shit right there.
Anywho, This Sunday, it’s Thunderdome Live!… Where apparently no rules apply….. Even though everyone is chanting the one damn rule.
Tickets available at the box office… if you can convince post modern Alfred Hitcock to sell ’em to ya. God I hate this job. Maybe I will see if I can get a job as an elevator operator. I can do that….Pushing a few buttons all day….ooooohh…Conan Style?…no thanks, I don’t do the cranks. That is just jerking time, Randy
Dear Ma and Pa from your boy in space. Remember how you said nothing never good came from staring at the sun for 12 hours a day and then the sun quit on us and then you blamed me for that and then I had to kidnap old man Elon Musk so he would agree to let me join space force so I could fly to our dying sun with some other astronauts and scientists to restart the sun with some explosives the size of Manhattan. Well…..get out your Sun-brellas. We’re almost there!
Phew, is anyone else hot? I’m really sweating balls over here.
Oh yeah, Dad. I asked them about your idea about “why don’t they just move the dang ole Earth closer to the sun” They said that was a stupid and laughed a lot. So thanks for that dad. Gosh it’s hot.
Anywho, just remember, it takes eight minutes for light to travel from sun to earth. Which means you’ll know we’ve succeeded about eight minutes after we deliver the payload. So if one day you look up into the sky and…ok…it is really hot’in here. So I think I’m gonna take off all my clothes…. and head up to the main frame coolant tank and take a swim. You know what, I don’t need this skin either…just gonna peel it right off.
Alright mom and dad. Camp has been great so far. See ya at the end of summer. I volunteer….I volunteer Randy!
Sunshine (2007) – For 7 years I spoke with God. He told me to take us all to heaven…in a little row boat…i’m a golden space suit god..
I looked directly at the sun!
Our sun is dying, mankind faces extinction.
Seven years ago. The Icarus Project. To restart the son. “Damnit Sun! Don’t you quit on me! Live Damn you! Live!”
But that mission was lost…damnit
16 months ago. Crew of 7. Left Earth frozen in a solar winter. Our Payload. Stellar Bomb. Size of Manhattan. Create a star within a Star.
8 Astronauts…strapped to a bomb….weeee…it is Icarus II.
The sun looks like an eye! It is watching!
Look at that worthless sun.
36 Million miles….2% of full brightness…can you show me 4%…just do it Icarus computer!!! How about 3.1% for 30 seconds. Put on my shades!
Wouldn’t it just be easier to move the Earth closer to the sun.
29 000 KHM
Beef or Chicken….
The point about darkness…you float…like a vacuum.
Don’t make the Asian guy fix your food.
Send messages back to the moon stations.
55 Million miles from earth.
Flying into the Dead Zone.
I see hyrdoponics…but
“By the time you get this message. I will already be in the Dead Zone. Uh, it came a little sooner than we thought, But this means you won’t be able to send a message back. So I just wanted to let you know. I don’t need the message. Because I know everything you want to say.”
“Just remember, it takes eight minutes for light to travel from sun to earth. Which means you’ll know we’ve succeeded about eight minutes after we deliver the payload. All you have to do is look out for a little extra brightness in the sky. So if you wake up one morning and it is a particularly beautiful day. you’ll know we made it. Ok I’m signing out and I will see you in a couple of years.”
Automated Razor Scooter!!
Sitting in the sun room going blind and getting one hella burn.
It took him an hour to make that message?
Prescription 2 hours in the Earth Room. The waves make me feel peaceful
I would just stay in the Earth Room. Duh.
Captain America talking to Capa
Icarus 1 got hit by a minor asteroid storm. none bigger than a rain drop. It was beautiful. Until it kilt us!
Don’t put your hand in the coolant tank…hey…he shaved!
Ladies and Gentlemen. Mercury! Mmmmm… Mercury is so hot!
Sorry I haven’t called sooner. I have been very busy on the roads of America following the exploits of the Filmsack Podcasting Crew for an article I am writing for the cover of The Rolling Stone. Just kidding mom. Nobody reads magazines anymore. It’s a think piece for Buzzfeed….. No I’m not too old to write for Buzzfeed! What? I’m how old? What the hell mom? I was held back for 10 years in the 7th grade! Yeah, I guess that explains all the body hair I had as a 12 year old. uncomfortable shower scene!
Anywho, I met a girl…Are we dating? No, she likes Randy. Yeah the creep with the facial hair. Does he know I’m talking about him? Well I’m looking right at him…yeah, he’s taking notes with his eyes. No, It’s ok mom. I un-grounded the mic on his headset. He’s about to get a real shock.
Alright mom. I’m a golden god…..and you can tell Buzzfeed…my last words…were…I’m on drugs. Oh…Don’t do those. Oh ok…
Almost Famous (2000) – Like Vinyl…it will blow your mind..oh…don’t forget to light a candle… it will blow your mind…oh…and don’t do drugs…it will blow your mind.
Am I famous yet?
Time to write the credits.
A drawer full of old concert merchandise and tickets. Groupee? The Plaza!
Circa…old time ago..
Santa in a speedo.
Adicas Finch…Take your kid to see To Kill A Mocking Bird.
You have been kissing…I can tell.
Simon and Garfunkel…on the pot
Mom! First, it was butter. Then it was sugar and white flour… bacon, eggs, bologna, rock ‘n’ roll, motorcycles—then it was celebrating Christmas on a day in September when you knew it wouldn’t be commercialized. What else are you going to ban?
Mom is a college professor.
Feck you…this is a house of lies!
Vinyl…it will blow your mind…oh..forgot to light the candle.
Everybody wants this kid to be a lawyer.
1000 words on Black Sabbath for $35 bucks.
Use the family whistle…Don’t take drugs…yes mother.
Groupies..we are not groupies…we are band aids.
Hey the enemy.
Stop writing notes and watch. I’ll show you how to live. Penny Lane
Tell her like last summer…no…not like last summer…It ain’t California without you.
You know about the Riot House right.
Have you seen the Bridge? Mr. Plant signed my shirt.
Act One: in which she pretends she doesn’t care about him.
Act Two: in which he pretends he doesn’t care about her, but goes right for her.
Act Three: in which it all plays out the way she planned it. She’ll eat him alive.
Put on my telephone man voice.
3 thousand words $700 dollars…alright a grand.
Detroit Sucks Shirt.
Don’t let them rewrite you.
“Don’t take drugs!”
Come by later. I’m in too truthful of a mood.
Is this Mary Ann with the Pot?
“Just make us look cool….” I will quote you warmly and accurately.
haha! Can we skip the vibe…
T-shirt …Dick is the manager.
Russel hanging out with real Topeka People. Come on man…to our Topeka party.
Want to see me feed a rat to my snake….yes!!!
Now I get to be the mom.
I am a golden god…..and you can tell Rolling Stone Magazine…my last words…were…I’m on drugs.
Last words. I dig music. meh. I’m on drugs…cheer!
“Look at him…he’s taking notes with his eyes….”
“I have to go home….” … “You are home”
Rockstars have kidnapped my son.
Falling in love with Penny Lane.
I have never written anything longer than a Filmsack Intro in my entire life.
I have a particular set of skills. They are all mom skills.
Why don’t you get on my back for a piggyback ride.
Your mom kind of freaked me out.
Like grabbing an un-grounded mic on tour.
I think you know Reddog.
Did they just gamble away the girls.
You are too sweet for Rock & Roll.
50 bucks and a case of beer to Humble Pie.
What kind of beer?
A Mojo…Wire…18 minutes a page.
See my smiling face on the cover of the Rolling Stone
“Yeah…she’s with me.” – Chorus
Painful to watch…looks that tell.
All she left were her Quaalude. All my friends
While my friends graduate I am taking care of Penny Lane in a hotel room.
“Why doesn’t he love me?”
Class of 1973.
Penny wake up!
Boldy go where many men have gone before.
oh man…do not pump my stomach!
haha…sexy stomach pumping.
Lady Goodman is Penny Lane’s real name.
What have I done!? Too late! I’m on this plane Penny Lane.
Ok Colonel Bob, I’m in the pilots seat and I have told all of the terrorist to “Get off my Plane.” What’s next…. Turn off the autopilot?… But It’s been two weeks since I have landed an intro Bob…It’s like riding a bike? Look Colonel Bob…I don’t know what kind of bike you ride back in DC but I see at least 6 dials and 2 flip switches just for adjusting the height of my handlebars here. So how about we cut the crap and get me and my Filmsack family on the ground safely.
Hold on a second Bob, my co-pilot is gurgling something incomprehensible. What’s that William H. Macy? Try rolling your R’s Ahhh…you say the possibility of successfully navigating an asteroid field is approximately 3,720 to 1. Well that has nothing to do with what we are doing here…but, Never tell me the odds!
Anywho, You know what Bob. Maybe this was whole thing is bad idea. Say, why don’t you just send in a crack team of Filmsack hosts to zipline us into an intro that is not a flying dumpster fire of parallels drawn between Harrison Ford’s iconic role as Han Solo and this. Save your strength. There’ll be another time.
Randy…tell me about that time, like a Saturday night at Ibbott’s House.