I think I'm a masochist.
I've often returned to media I've consumed that has emotionally scarred me as a kid with a sense of reverence. I appreciate when a piece of media affects me deeply in just about any way, even if it's kept me awake at night. Pain and fear are truly ugly, grotesque feelings that can cause deep rooted damage to one's mental psyche, but I've always had a bit of an appreciation towards them. Pain is the greatest teacher, fear is the greatest motivator.
Not that Rayman 2 is an embodiment of pain - far from it. Rayman 2 is one of the smoothest 3D platformers I've ever played. Even with moments of repeated dying, like with the Ssssam's chaotic water skiing extravaganza, to the final boss's checkpoints restarting you from the beginning of a section that requires tight flight navigation, the game never made me want to quit playing. Each level is fun with it's own interesting gimmick, each gimmick is fun within their own right, some of which could be stretched into full of centerpieces of entire game. Riding a pencil shaped rocket, flinging yourself forward on a giant bouncing plum, all of it is just pure game feel fun. Jumping is smooth and easy, hovering helps with any types of complications. Simplistic as the combat may be, the act of shooting dudes with your balls of light is a fun little break up from the main platforming. I personally wouldn't even ask for a more complicated system, but I could see why others may find it a detriment.
So no, Rayman 2 is not at all painful. What Rayman 2 is, is a childhood fear. This comes down almost purely through the art design. The way webby, sticky cobwebs are drawn, to the look of the Zombie Chickens with their tattered clothes, to murky bubbling swamp lands, everything embodies the look of a dream world. A fat stubby man with long arms asks you to assemble strange looking masks as he uses his gigantic finger to create a swirling vortex to teleport you, disintegrating Rayman in the process. The Marsh's Shaman forcing you to go into his mindscape to prove your worth, chasing you from the perspective of inside his mouth, his saliva dripping around his jagged, distorted teeth. (That one in particular gave me such deep anxiety.) The Robo-pirates juxtaposing Rayman and friend's rustic roundness with their jagged edges and rusted metallic bodies. The game starts you off at your lowest point, trapped as a slave within the belly of the ship that houses these monsters, the ever growing count of slaves rising as you progress through the game. Razorbeard himself, as silly and whimsical as him and his men are portrayed, still carry a bit of bite to them. Literally - he eats one of the collectable Lums, forever changing the number from 1000 to 999. Tiny blue men who have debated and bickered on who is the real king among them show you the way to new levels, performing a kick dance along with Rayman to summon the portal. They also open these ancient, primordial gates for you to venture into a new world. It's all so surreal.
And yet, it's playful with a wonderful sense of charm and wit. Characters speak in their own language, making funny mouth sounds as they speak, followed by a triumphant "Yeah! Rayman!". Characters perform slapstick comedy that's incredibly chuckle worthy. The music is spry and springy with bubbly delight, warm and inviting with a sense of wonder, sometimes with sweeping orchestral pieces, to literal and actual genre jungle beats, all of which set the atmosphere of these primarily green soaked world's with life, tension, and wonder. It's such an endlessly charming world.
The darker tones of Rayman 2 have always left such an impression on me. Of course, playing the game as an adult has lessened these feelings of sheer horror. But there's an irresistible lure to them. They've served as an ever lasting reminder of the dark aspects of world, and how even within the darker world, there's light within that darkness. There's always humor, whimsy, charm. You can't appreciate the light if not for the dark.
Kinda like Goth girls. I'm really into goth girls, so Ly kind of does it for me. She has a tail though, so maybe she's a furry? The heck is that? Ly The Fairy, Ly The Furry more like it. She's got nice hands either way.
Yeah, I'm definitely a masochist.
I've often returned to media I've consumed that has emotionally scarred me as a kid with a sense of reverence. I appreciate when a piece of media affects me deeply in just about any way, even if it's kept me awake at night. Pain and fear are truly ugly, grotesque feelings that can cause deep rooted damage to one's mental psyche, but I've always had a bit of an appreciation towards them. Pain is the greatest teacher, fear is the greatest motivator.
Not that Rayman 2 is an embodiment of pain - far from it. Rayman 2 is one of the smoothest 3D platformers I've ever played. Even with moments of repeated dying, like with the Ssssam's chaotic water skiing extravaganza, to the final boss's checkpoints restarting you from the beginning of a section that requires tight flight navigation, the game never made me want to quit playing. Each level is fun with it's own interesting gimmick, each gimmick is fun within their own right, some of which could be stretched into full of centerpieces of entire game. Riding a pencil shaped rocket, flinging yourself forward on a giant bouncing plum, all of it is just pure game feel fun. Jumping is smooth and easy, hovering helps with any types of complications. Simplistic as the combat may be, the act of shooting dudes with your balls of light is a fun little break up from the main platforming. I personally wouldn't even ask for a more complicated system, but I could see why others may find it a detriment.
So no, Rayman 2 is not at all painful. What Rayman 2 is, is a childhood fear. This comes down almost purely through the art design. The way webby, sticky cobwebs are drawn, to the look of the Zombie Chickens with their tattered clothes, to murky bubbling swamp lands, everything embodies the look of a dream world. A fat stubby man with long arms asks you to assemble strange looking masks as he uses his gigantic finger to create a swirling vortex to teleport you, disintegrating Rayman in the process. The Marsh's Shaman forcing you to go into his mindscape to prove your worth, chasing you from the perspective of inside his mouth, his saliva dripping around his jagged, distorted teeth. (That one in particular gave me such deep anxiety.) The Robo-pirates juxtaposing Rayman and friend's rustic roundness with their jagged edges and rusted metallic bodies. The game starts you off at your lowest point, trapped as a slave within the belly of the ship that houses these monsters, the ever growing count of slaves rising as you progress through the game. Razorbeard himself, as silly and whimsical as him and his men are portrayed, still carry a bit of bite to them. Literally - he eats one of the collectable Lums, forever changing the number from 1000 to 999. Tiny blue men who have debated and bickered on who is the real king among them show you the way to new levels, performing a kick dance along with Rayman to summon the portal. They also open these ancient, primordial gates for you to venture into a new world. It's all so surreal.
And yet, it's playful with a wonderful sense of charm and wit. Characters speak in their own language, making funny mouth sounds as they speak, followed by a triumphant "Yeah! Rayman!". Characters perform slapstick comedy that's incredibly chuckle worthy. The music is spry and springy with bubbly delight, warm and inviting with a sense of wonder, sometimes with sweeping orchestral pieces, to literal and actual genre jungle beats, all of which set the atmosphere of these primarily green soaked world's with life, tension, and wonder. It's such an endlessly charming world.
The darker tones of Rayman 2 have always left such an impression on me. Of course, playing the game as an adult has lessened these feelings of sheer horror. But there's an irresistible lure to them. They've served as an ever lasting reminder of the dark aspects of world, and how even within the darker world, there's light within that darkness. There's always humor, whimsy, charm. You can't appreciate the light if not for the dark.
Kinda like Goth girls. I'm really into goth girls, so Ly kind of does it for me. She has a tail though, so maybe she's a furry? The heck is that? Ly The Fairy, Ly The Furry more like it. She's got nice hands either way.
Yeah, I'm definitely a masochist.