say “Beauty’s in the eye of the beholder”. Who’s “they”? Dunno, we
can’t be arsed looking it up.
Why this slackness when we’re
normally more consci? Well, despite the fact that King Oddball
looks akin to a dog’s brekkie (recycled), it’s more addictive than
M&M’s dipped in Swank. There’s much that can be learned from this –
just because something looks pretty, it may have a rotten core.
Conversely (not that shoes are relevant), something might look blah,
but have a heart of awesomeness. Shallow folk take note...
Anyway, King Oddball lobs with no backstory. You’re an
apparently regal ball, with a tongue of such lengthiness that it’d
have Gene Simmons prostrate, weeping with stabbing pains of
inadequacy. This ball rotates left and right, while the tongue
swings via that old devil called momentum, grabbing rocks and
occasionally other things (like the pause button!) to hurl at
various structures and, for whatever reason, army stuff.
if you’re an army person, tank or helicopter then you’re in the
sights of King Oddball – whose rights to royal nomenclature
are likely as valid as those of King Missile or, perhaps more
controversially, Elvis Presley. You’ve a limited arsenal with which
to destroy all semblance of armynisticness by bouncing those
aforementioned rocks or occasionally other things, sometimes
bolstered by knocking the King on the noggin or eradicating three
army thingies in one fell swoop.
Perhaps it’s an allegory for
the futility of war – that it’s all a load of balls? Or perhaps it’s
just graphics that were lying around unused?
matter. Think a crazed mishmash of
Angry Birds, Madballs,
World of Goo and
anything else involving physics. It may look cruddy, but with 16x9
(approximately) levels to conquer, ramping in ARGHHH-inducingness
and insane just-one-more-go-iness, you’re unlikely to find better
value this side of something that, erm, costs less and offers more