A game-by-game diary of my attempt to play every Nintendo game. From 8-Eyes to Zombie Nation and everything in between. Even that strange Christian game where you convert people by hitting them with fruit. Just wait. You'll see.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
AstroFang - Super Machine
I wasn't expecting much from a game called "AstroFang" but I'm sorry to report that it wasn't able to deliver that, and by this point I have low expectations indeed. One could, in fact, reasonably expect that I've given up on expectations entirely. Which would make this game's monumental lack of fun place it somewhere below getting jabben in the eye with a sharp stick. That's covered in sewage. There is, of course, some prerequisite attempt at a plot. I didn't read it. From a game titles "AstroFang", any possible attempt at a plot would just cause me to vomit blood out of my eyes. I was only able to play this for about 4 or 5 minutes before I gave up to search the house for alcohol, so what you see is pretty much what you get. You have a car. Apparently you can shoot missiles, but I never really figured out how to do that. You drive around on a one long road with purple trees on the side. It's so much fun I think I'm going to be sick.
Location: Terminus (Where All Rail Service Ends, Brother), Georgia, United States
I'm 27, a self-made oil, rail and steel tycoon whose combined income makes Bill Gates cry like a little bitch. I look like Johnny Depp, Christian Slater, or Brad Pitt, depending on which chatroom I'm in. I have a 19" prehensile penis that I use to hold my coffee while I type. I know where Jimmy Hoffa lives, and I understand the language of cats. I help old ladies cross the street and translate ethnic slurs for cuban refugees in my spare time. I sleep only one hour a night. I make ice cubes with the power of my mind. I can touch MC Hammer. I know every rivet in the Russian T-34 tank. I've advised Presidents, slept with movie stars, and can organize my sock drawer in less than 23 seconds.
And I still have time to do this blog.
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