Does anything scream birthday celebration louder than Metal Slug 2?
Was my brithday, and I was not about to spend it constructively curling up with a J.M. Coetzee novel. The day was not spent with a book, nor with the wildlife of Kenya or the people who make this place so delightful.
The day was spent emmersed in gun-toting jingoisitic video game bloodbathery. Do you have any idea these old coin-operated joystick machines are once you've trained your hands to play Mortal Kombat 2?
Conclusion, post-VG-domination: Today's video games have unnecessarily logical plot points. Metal Slug is all about riding around on a camel, grenading giganto machines that want to eat you, blowing away scimitar wielding-nutsos, and pumping shotgun shells into mummies. No. Discernible. Plot.
Frigging transcendent.
