POSTED 15/11/13


STICK IT TO THE MAN

Ripstone
PS3/PSN + Vita/PSN

Right now, right now it’s time to STICK OUT THE JAMS, MOTHERFUCKER!

Imagine a party. OK, that’s basic. Right, imagine a party where Ron Gilbert, Ren, Stimpy, Finn, Jake, ToeJam, Earl, Earthworm Jim, Sackboy (maybe Sick Boy too) and a psychedelic Kenny Rogers all rock up, then get seriously Bill and Ted. You might kinda dig where Stick it to the Man’s at. Man.

We take a trip – and it is a trip - into the papery brainbox of Ray, a hardhat tester whose bonce has been bonked a tad too ouchily. He’s woken to a sort of inverted brain slug situation, all pastafarian with a lengthy pink spaghetti arm stretching from his noggin. It’s not any old, lengthy pink spaghetti arm stretching from his noggin though, oh no, this one allows him to read others’ thoughts, accumulate stickers and get around via pins. Ray’s case for being considered in possession of anything vaguely resembling sanity is hampered somewhat by the fact that nobody – save for he (and us) - can actually see this rosy durum wheat-combined-with-water-like appendage.

Whoever has controller in hand for this WTF?-laden classic adventurer-meets-platformer guides Ray through his bidding, reading minds, snatching stickers and slapping stickers, giving everybody what they want while also employing bonus puzzle nous to avoid The Man’s dicks. Erm, that’s in the detective sense. 

Or they don’t. But that’d be a shame (about Ray), for they’d then miss out on much slickly-presented aceness, with a funky Banksy-goes-South Park-Canadian art style and voice stuff that tantalisingly borders on lunacy.

Ray’s noggin is all messed up, so you’ll have to use yours. No need for garlic shampoo, SittM’s worth getting all protopunk “Where is my mind?” over.

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