Iggy, you know when you sang “I wanna be your dog” up front of The
Stooges? Well Monsieur Pop, this one’s for you!
Tokyo Jungle’s a weird puppy... and many other animals. It’s
a kinda survival horror beat ’em up RPG platformer. The basic pretext is
that the human race has gone “phut!” while animals have Bee Geesed
it by stayin’ alive. Dogs are feral, zoo animals run wild, Black
Caviar’s freeballing (impressive for a female horse) and cats are
arrogant little fucks (so we can’t actually tell if they’ve changed
Starting ‘Survival’ mode means choosing meativore or veggievore –
foofy little Paris Hilton (remember her?) handbag puppy or Bambi.
We’ll assume you’re Iggy Pop. As such you go Pomeranian and trundle
about deserted Tokyokoonoian streets, assaulting lesser beasties to
satiate hunger, or taking on bigger ones if you think you’re hard
enough (note: We learned the dead way that newborn puppies are no
match for lions. We’re idiots.) You gradually gain power through
conquest, ticking off challenges, marking territory and such,
attracting a mate of your species and going at it all Bloodhound
Gangy mammalian – from botty snuffle to booty shuffle.
As you chow down through the food chain (so chow up, we guess), you
encounter – and sometimes inhabit - other creatures, from amoebic
doggy-woggies to mean mofo lions, to top-of-the-food-chain sheep.
That’s a little known fact right there. You also unlock ‘Story’
The name belies the game’s Japanesey origins. Not only is there
bloodthirsty carnage on hand, you can also dress your chosen
aggressor as a Village Person. Really. Basically there are enough
collectibles to keep the average OCD packrat happier than a pig in
Wondrously bizarre-o and nuttynificent, Tokyo Jungle suffers
some glitches, but is perversely and uproariously captivating
regardless. Well, come on!