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			POSTED 2/8/11
 
  INSANELY TWISTED SHADOW PLANET
 
 Fuelcell 
			Games
 Xbox 360/XBLA
 
 
  
			 
			
			Ack ack, 
			ack-ack-ack-ack. Ack! Erm hang on, our babel fish needs a tweak. Ack-ac... 
			oochy-coo. Much better!
 Insanely Twisted Shadow Planet opens with a little green bag 
			straight out of Holland... erm, we’re sorry, we’ll write that again.
			Crazily Mangled Dinge Asteroid opens with a little green man 
			compressed into his discular spaceship (picked up for a song from 
			Honest Abe’s ’50s Sci-Fi Propstopia) before heading off wild black 
			yonderwards to rain havoc on raven-toned crapulence that’s 
			bleurghinating his planet. Obviously he’s no Public Enemy fan...
 
 Ooh, and what a world it is, shadowy trespassers or no. Imagine the 
			art styles of Patapon and 
			World of Goo colliding, chuck in some 
			Limbo then attach it to gameplay 
			reminiscent of Pixeljunk 
			Shooter crashing into Metroid-like tunneltastic 
			exploration. Spacey-shooty-puzzling – woo!
 
 If judged upon appearance alone, Loonily Garbled Gloom Globe 
			would be the Bo Derek of pixels. Mercifully though there’s a decent 
			game underlying the style. You control that aforementioned 
			stereotypical spaceship and its gradually burgeoning arsenal, 
			including a pop-pop gun needing an oomph injection to picky-uppy 
			pincers, a giganto saw blade that makes mincemeat of mincemeat – 
			and, handily, rocks - plus a handy WTF?-o-ray that makes up for the 
			game giving NFI what to actually do save for assigning these weapons 
			to different buttons.
 
 Despite detours – some devious - containing useful and non-useful 
			bonus stuff, things are quite linear. Still, when that line leads to 
			spectacular boss battles that rely on smarts rather than 
			wooshnificent trigger triggering, we’re not whining. Deaths are 
			infrequent despite increasingly dastardly and plain fucked-up 
			adversaries, as little yellow health-boosting foofs are plentiful.
 
 For dark is the suede that mows like a harves... erm, THUMP! Ah we 
			love percussive therapy. Right, uh, Irrationally Gnarled 
			Adumbration Sphere is mighty fine eatin’... THERUMP! OK, 
			Insanely Twisted Shadow Planet’s far-out!
 
 
     
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