sniffs the air
You smell that? Is that the salt of the ocean, or the salt of your tears after my disc smashed the back of your skull and stunned you enough for my game winning shot to land in your side of the court?
Oh yeah, it sure was wasn't it?
Apparently the BurgerTime people made Pong: The Next Level earlier than 1999, because this really is Pong brought to probably the height of it's concept. Grab a buddy or three, and take your pick of six disc throwin' experts, one of which I constantly misread as "K. Weasel" and just start chucking shit at each other. The aspect of "pick up and play" is something that truly goes understated I feel in competitive multiplayer. Aside from getting down a quarter-circle motion to pull off a wacky curved bamboozle shot, there isn't too much here that you can't get down by just playing the game as you go. No need for labbing or even looking up a guide. Not even Smash Bros has anything on the sheer hospitality that is Windjammers. A goldfish with psychokinetic remote control powers could probably play this game with you.
Where it makes up for it's simplicity is the sheer sweatiness of it's pace. It's quite the workout for a two-button Tennis for Two game, I think I sweated more than the characters in-game after playing probably about 20 matches over last weekend. It's exhilarating, and I really have to commend Data East for managing to bust out such a cool arcade sports title. It took me a while to finally get around to playing this, because I knew playing the CPU as usual would be a sour and unsatisfying experience albeit probably not as bad as an early SNK title.
I'm glad I could finally fly some power discs with the peeps, and get sand in my buttcrack after getting clowned on.
You smell that? Is that the salt of the ocean, or the salt of your tears after my disc smashed the back of your skull and stunned you enough for my game winning shot to land in your side of the court?
Oh yeah, it sure was wasn't it?
Apparently the BurgerTime people made Pong: The Next Level earlier than 1999, because this really is Pong brought to probably the height of it's concept. Grab a buddy or three, and take your pick of six disc throwin' experts, one of which I constantly misread as "K. Weasel" and just start chucking shit at each other. The aspect of "pick up and play" is something that truly goes understated I feel in competitive multiplayer. Aside from getting down a quarter-circle motion to pull off a wacky curved bamboozle shot, there isn't too much here that you can't get down by just playing the game as you go. No need for labbing or even looking up a guide. Not even Smash Bros has anything on the sheer hospitality that is Windjammers. A goldfish with psychokinetic remote control powers could probably play this game with you.
Where it makes up for it's simplicity is the sheer sweatiness of it's pace. It's quite the workout for a two-button Tennis for Two game, I think I sweated more than the characters in-game after playing probably about 20 matches over last weekend. It's exhilarating, and I really have to commend Data East for managing to bust out such a cool arcade sports title. It took me a while to finally get around to playing this, because I knew playing the CPU as usual would be a sour and unsatisfying experience albeit probably not as bad as an early SNK title.
I'm glad I could finally fly some power discs with the peeps, and get sand in my buttcrack after getting clowned on.
2 Comments
Yeah, it's insane that a game from 1994 managed to get that down pat. Every single grain felt within my clenched cheeks.
jobosno
1 year ago