My mom was always quite protective of me and quite a bit judicious of what other kids I could hang out with. Crazy Charles had everything for not pass through her seal of approval, as he looked every bit of a thug. He was tall, thin, dark and had his face full of scars. As you can see it was quite a surprise for me that she was ok with me playing with him. Maybe she could see through her grown up eyes that deep inside he was a good boy. He really loved the game, and it was common to see him excited at the end of the day because he knew he was about to play the game.
Crazy Charles was always the leader of the class and had a deep sense of injustice. I remember clearly him getting ass kicked from the older bullies from fourth grade for standing up to protect us. Most of the time it was because we were about to be expelled from the best football field in the school even though we arrived there earlier. And by “best”, in the eighties that meant that it wasn’t full of mud and garbage. It was a just an open area of Portuguese pavement with no goals or lines to be seen. It was also a regular sight watching Crazy Charles standing up against our teacher when he felt something wasn’t ok. Looking back in hindsight he was right. She was a bit of a cunt.
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I lost track of him after leaving that school in seventh grade. The only time I saw him again was in my early twenties, while I was driving and spotted him walking in the sidewalk. He looked ghoulish, like he was into some heavy stuff, probably heroin. He sure didn’t look the same kid that loved Robocop with such unadulterated enthusiasm.
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When I got my Amiga, Robocop was one of the top priority games to get. Why shouldn’t it be? If the Spectrum version looked so great, how amazing would look the Amiga version with much better graphics and more colours on the screen. Well, I learned the hard way that there’s much more to a videogame that just the immediate appearance. And even then, the game didn’t look much better, but something else wasn’t right. Maybe I was spoiled by newer, shinier games, but I just didn’t have any fun with this “new” version of Robocop, and so the disks were shortly after shelved and forgotten. Luckily Crazy Charles never tried this one out, because I can picture him smashing the monitor in disdain. He was quite violent you know. Sorry for forgetting to tell that part.
Let’s try to check, after all these years, what is really wrong with the Amiga version of Robocop.
That’s what’s wrong. While the Spectrum version had some high production values, keeping in mind the limitations of the machine, the Amiga game looks almost like a PD game in every aspect. The graphics are very barebones and the colours used are very garish, making it a very unpleasant looking game. In contrast to the chunky character sprites of the speccy, here they look completely anaemic. Also, there’s an awful HUD which takes a significant part of the screen which serves no purpose whatsoever than to make the game even uglier.
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The gameplay is completely one-dimensional. It’s some kind of brain damaged child of Altered Beast, and we know how smart that game is. Just go right and punch and shoot every thug to death. I suppose it’s appropriate that Robocop moves like being overdosed on steroids, but that doesn’t make an enticing gaming experience when there’s no depth whatsoever to the gameplay. There’s also not much variety in foes, being the regular eighties culprits “walking goon”, “goon on a bike”, “goon with grenades” and “goon at the window” the main targets of our bullets.
Still, maybe it isn’t fair to outcry this whole lack of diversity when I didn’t even finished the first level. Well, it also isn’t fair that the game throws an ED-209 at me without giving me a chance to do much. I have no idea how to tackle this boss, but the mean machine just corners me at the left edge of the screen and kills me almost instantly. This awful boss fight was the cherry on top of an woeful game session.
|I can't take it anymore|
Really, fuck this game. Crazy Charles should have roundhouse kicked it into oblivion.