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The Great B-Ball Purge of 2041, a day so painful to some that it is referred to only as the "B-Ballnacht". Thousands upon thousands of the world's greatest ballers were massacred in a swath of violence and sports bigotry as the game was outlawed worldwide. The reason: the Chaos Dunk, a jam so powerful its mere existence threatens the balance of chaos and order. Among the few ballers and fans that survived the basketball genocide was Charles Barkley, the man capable of performing the "Verboten Jam"...
Flash forward 12 years to the post-cyberpocalyptic ruins of Neo New York, 2053. A Chaos Dunk rocks the island of Manhattan, killing 15 million. When the finger is put on the aging Charles Barkley, he must evade the capture of the B-Ball Removal Department, led by former friend and baller Michael Jordan, and disappear into the dangerous underground of the post-cyberpocalypse to clear his name and find out the mysterious truth behind the Chaos Dunk. Joined by allies along the way, including his son Hoopz, Barkley must face the dangers of a life he thought he gave up a long time ago and discover the secrets behind the terrorist organization B.L.O.O.D.M.O.S.E.S.
That's from the press release, and if you're like me, you probably started downloading the game before you even finished reading.
Barkley plays exactly like an SNES RPG, while viciously and perfectly skewering the tropes of that genre. Barkley is a gruff, tortured man with incredible powers (the verboten jams) that he has suppressed in the wake of his responsibility for the Great B-Ball Purge and his wife's death. His sidekick, Balthios (the great-grandson of LeBron James, AKA the mysterious "Ultimate Hellbane") is chirpy and upbeat, trying to bring out the innate goodness of Barkley. Their companion, Vinceborg 2050 has lost his memories, but when he regaind them, will he be friend or foe (those familiar with Vince Carter know the answer to this question). Their nemesis, (of course) Michael Jordan, has turned from great baller to sleazy agent of the forces of oppression. And so on. It's fucking great.
I've only logged about two hours into it so far, but the writing has had me laughing out loud, something I rarely do. My partner has been looking at me like I'm insane, but I can't hype the writing enough. The save points, owned by eeevil omnipresent multinational corporation Square-Enix-Goya, are particularly good, as each one spouts propaganda like this:
Ahh, console video games (or vidcons as I call them), the ultimate medium of expression, able to convey any emotion ranging from hatred to love. loyalty to fear, all in front of our eyes. Ah, and with lovingly crafted art, music and the ability to control the action, vidcons are the ultimate combination of the high arts. While I tend to play the stoic, I will be the first to admit that vidcons have driven me to cry, to scream and shout, to feel actual hate; such is the power of this force beyond our wildest reckoning. And here I am, before you, to tempt your tongues with the taint of such a tantalizing topic. And the Japanese, the true geniuses behind the world of video games. Pah, I throw my scorn upon such incompetents of the West who would mock the true art of the Japanese with 'games' such as Baldur's Gate and Madden. Perhaps it is that the West is not as intelligent as the East, but this is a matter for another day. Japan has given us such masterpieces as the Final Fantasy series, Star Ocean, Wild Arms, and of course, Arc the Lad. Yes, some of the finest vidcons in the world were created by Japanese. I come to you today to ask you in all earnesty, what is your favorite vidcon? I will reveal mine after the grand debate has illustriously begun, but not before the first poster falls victim to my plot of discussion.
Some screenshots to whet your appetite:
This is also canon:
Believe it or not, there's a really solid RPG under all the insanity. Nothing fresh, mind you, but that's sort of the point. I could go on forever about how great this game is, but I'd rather be playing it.
So, would you like to help a man save the great game of B-ball, and, perhaps... himself? |
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