first thing that happens is you try to slash a goblin's doink off, but it doesn't work and the goblin retaliates by sawing off your legs. good encapsulation of what's to come.
bad omen for your 'folk singer who feels destined to become a glam rocker' odyssey when the all folk music therein is better than the glam rock. for weenies.
i want to live in one of those 'american werewolf' towns where people have nothing better to do than go to the pub and pretend there isn't an ancient manticore three doors down from where you live
one of the best looking, best playing games in recent years and, in the most endearing way, tonally frozen in 2011. from the music choices to the 'the problem is the world isn't run by a nicer billionaire' story.
admittedly i've been sympathetic to this 'what-if' junk since learning there was a cancelled NES police academy game but i still think each level could've been as clever as the space one