DespicableCHUD
Pretty much my favorite game of all time. There isn't a moment where I'm NOT playing this.
2006
One of the all-time great works of anti-capitalist art.
2021
That Raven Beak's a real bastard, man.
2021
Well, that's a rabbit hole I'm never getting out of.
2021
Undeniably charming, but largely coasts on the novelty of its central concept. Every solitary component feels rushed and underdeveloped: the rouge-lite dungeon crawler is janky, button-mashy, and pretty perfunctory; the dating sim often feels half-baked and underwritten; and the gameplay loop as a whole is repetitive and grindy. I really liked the characters and batshit premise, but the game itself left a lot to be desired. I'd love to see a refinement of this concept though.
2019
Every day there's a new Mario level for me to play.
Some of them are great.
Some of them are janky as hell.
Some of them make me want to throw my Switch across the room.
Some of them give me literal goosebumps of joy.
This game is great!
Some of them are great.
Some of them are janky as hell.
Some of them make me want to throw my Switch across the room.
Some of them give me literal goosebumps of joy.
This game is great!
Undeniably great. That ending suplexed me into oblivion.
Thoroughly unnecessary, but still worth playing.
A big, beautiful, bonanza-sized nostalgia wank that—much like something like Twin Peaks: The Return—doubles as a self-reflexive autocritique of the entire enterprise of indulging in said nostalgia, interrogating our desires and expectations for even wanting to re-experience this narrative in the first place. I, for one, loved the bold narrative leaps this game makes throughout its generous runtime (however wild and literal they might be at times), adored its surprisingly complex and satisfying combat (eat my ass, Arsenal!), and was all-in-all walloped by huge stretches of it. I could probably do without some of the bloat and tedious side missions, but this was still pretty terrific.
My Ancient Reptilian Brain warns me I shouldn’t be so rash and presumptive to publicly declare this as one of my favorite games of all time, but my Limbic System tells me to let go and embrace the inevitable.
Dropped this a couple of months ago, so I might as well log it here. A listless, uninspired slog that honestly feels like it was made out of some sort of contractual obligation. Even my daughter got bored with it.
The bucket is my waifu.
1995
A sublimely ridiculous jank-fest: bizarre, bursting with ideas, and leapfrogging over Super Smash Bros. in its conceptualization of this kind of combat. Please port this over to the Switch.
2021
Chill to the point of catatonia — and I mean that in the best way possible. Also, I'm pretty crap at organizing and unpacking in real life, and this game pretty much confirmed that. Sorry I did such a poor job organizing your bookshelves, lady.
2021
An unmitigated jank-fest, but delivers that dopamine like nothing else. I don’t think I can adequately describe the euphoric rush of turning those endless waves of pixelated monsters into a tumbling mass of stovetop popcorn as they wander haplessly into my ever-widening zone of death.