HELL YEAH! WRATH OF THE DEAD RABBIT
PS3/PSN (also on Xbox 360/XBLA, PC)
Rubber duckie, you’re the one. You make bath time lots of fun...
Cute-as when Ernie croons it, but the lagomorphic Prince of Hell?
Softness is bad for biz, and when paparazzi shots of Ash and his
beloved lump of squeaky hit the Hellternet there’s Hell to pay. Umm,
figuratively, not literally, for as we all know Hell pays no one –
except pizza peeps.
Cue one bonkers-arse crazy old schoolishtic platformer that isn’t a
million miles removed from a funnier, less frantic, more
controllable (in some ways) Sonic the Hedgehog.
Did we mention it’s fucking nuts? Seriously – or, in Aussie, fair
dinkum - if the peeps behind this aren’t on severely psychotropic
drugs then we want some French tap water.
Anyway, back to that story thingy. 100 monsters have compromising
pics of you and your floatational chum. You must plumb Hell’s depths
to find them, splatter them with enough blood to keep the Red Cross
from spamming nagtational emails for a century or three, and
despatch them to an island as slaves. We’re not sure how they
survive that massacration, but whatever. As for these grisly deaths,
they take various insane forms, from Space Invaders tributes
to nucular explosions that’d make even Jack Bauer soil himself – and
many include wee mini-games. When we say “wee” we mean “teensy”, not
urine like may be found in Jack Bauer’s boxers, natch.
Copious weapons aid in the splattertacle, from guns to saw blades
(dress-uppable as stuff including donuts – MMMmmm... donuts!) that
also have a neat-o way in jetpacksationalism.
Initially, Hell Yeah! rocks harder than Acca Dacca playing
Bedrock. But the controls – often floatier than a certain pneumatic
anatid - wear you down. As do increasingly frustrating deaths, for
each major kill mechanism usually requires a different puzzle style
to suss, with little clueage given so you splatter one, two or 27
times before CLICK!