the classic style of most games that are primarily made for multiplayer,
this game has no plot. It makes no false pretense at having a plot.
A plot wouldn't appear to save a kitten from a bucket of water. I
also think no plot is necessary. I mean the title is enough. It's
a rally... and death factors in. Of course death is something that
happens to other people. In this case other players, so you better
make damn sure that you have some skill if you want to survive.
this game isn't what I'd call compelling. For it's time, the top-view
racer is pretty much what you'd expect for a fast-paced game. The
tracks have the illusion of dimension, and the obviously plagiarised
cars do look like what they are stolen from. Mostly using bland or
outrageous colours to render the maps, the only thing that clashes
worst is people's taste in paintjob for their car: which is about
as much customisation as you're going to get for a mid-90's game.
whine of the engine and the squeal of the tires are your constant
companion. The clatter of the machinegun on the weakening armour of
your opponent. The eruption of mines under-tyre and the scream of
the crowd when you accidentally turn them into a red smear on the
tarmac. So... that's about six sounds? There's a few more though.
Music too. The kind you expect when racing... although racers don't
really listen to music... ahh - whatever. The sound's pretty good
for it's time.
I was prepping to thrash against Clint West and Mr. Duke Nukem when
I get offered 6Gs to vape Nukie on the way through. I dig it considering
I just upped my ride to a Wraith: a nice hard blue with the works.
Phat tired and the engine purrs like my girl on a Friday night. OK,
OK... so basically you race with, which is good, or without, which
is for sissies, weapons. You earn money to get better rides, and you
compete to defeat the big bad racer by climbing the ranks. You get
extra cash for smuggling drugs or wasting all your opponents, and
for winning X amounts of times in a row. All that jazz. Turbo, mines,
and a hot machine gun add to the experience. Sabotage and bumper spikes
are just part of the job. A multiplayer game through and through.
With simple controls and a few competitive friends... this thing could
be as good as Worms!
here's where the fun is. If I'm correctly informed, you can have up
to 20 people playing this thing at a time, all vying for first place.
If I'm not, then you can probably have four or something, but sometimes
finding that many people that actually want to play the same game
at the same time is a challenge. Anyway: forget that. So each race
is at a different track, and there is three difficulties, each toting
a ever-increasing prize. Not much else to say except that it's a great
multiplayer game to play that actually HAS some PLAY in it. An ever-increasingly
rare thing to find. I mean all you have to do is look at games like
UT23K and DOA Beach Volleyball...
Apogee really should have avoided making idiotic and plagiarised characters.
Sure, they own the Duke: but they had things like Mori Sato, Mad Mac
and Jane Honda to name a few. I don't know about you, but that just
isn't cute. The cars too. Sure: I like the old 80's Porsche as much
as the... next person that likes... Porsches... and considering their
designs for Duke Nukem I wouldn't expect them to be able to create
anything aesthetically pleasing in any case. Other than that stuff,
which was really only worth a mention, the game stands alone quite
closing, this game is only good for multiplaying: so if you have no
friends - not for you. Top view racing games have been a simple, but
warm and fuzzy style game for a long while. GTA picked it up, so it
couldn't be that bad. It's come a long way since the one map with
the four cars in 8 colours... well, maybe not as far as I thought.
Anyway: this game does serve a purpose. It's important to share older
games with people. Show a younger nephew your old 2600 games. Set
up your 486 and play those forgotten DOS games. Don't let them die.
Share... just like those bastards didn't share with me in the Tech