I want to hammer the buttons, and see a muscled dude punch another guy through the room, for some reason, seeing a laser from a spaceship blast another spaceship through time itself makes my dick go soft.
How much paint did the game huff to look like this? More. The answer is simply more.
Isn’t The Last Of Us Part II out today? Who knows? Who knows what day it is? I only know today is a good day to punch people and a bad day to be literally anything that is animated and on the right hand side of the screen.
Why can’t I stop playing Tapper?
The graphics have the look of a pulp comic book, which is just perfect, provided you don’t let ideas like “good taste” ruin things for yourself.
Pusha T has written absolute bangers all the way through Daytona like malware through a teenagers first laptop.
And yeah, it’s probably worth flagging up front, this is very much a music review written by the “man bun and Biffy Clyro” type of blogger, which, C’mon, you knew already.
So. You have either heard our podcast, in which case you definitely know what I’m talking about, or you haven’t heard our podcast, in which case, you kind of also prove my point.
We get it. His body is rocking. He’s polite. His hair is improbably perfect considering he flies at subsonic speeds, and your own doesn’t stay in place if you stand next to someone who breathes heavily. But. The real question. Does the world’s greatest do-gooder do it good? You understand, we’re boink scientists. So…
So. What do we do when we can’t do ourselves?
What do we do if we don’t want to do that because we’re scumbags and frankly teaching seems a little worthy?