#48. December 1990. Page 60.

Dodgy (and ludicrously difficult) first level hides a rather snazzy, all action shoot-'em-up. Would've been marked higher if it wasn't so hard.

And you thought a Hell's Angels' convention on a dark night in Swindon was a dangerous place to be. Well, forget it, because anyone who can tell their combat trousers from their nylon pyjama bottoms knows that the most hair-raising location this side of the chippy on a Saturday night is Manhattan. Not the most hospitable place at the best of times, let alone alter a nuclear war! Cripes!

Yep, they finally did it. The superpowers pressed those cute little red buttons and the world's been blown up. The poor blighters still alive have either lost their marbles or turned in total desperation to the pleasures of the flesh (cannibalism that is, perv peeps). The only chance our hero, Jonathan Jungle Rogers (concrete jungle, geddit?), has to escape is to run like the blazes to a launching platform and scarper on a ship headed for space.

The upshot of this whole shebang is that you (our Jonathan) have got to fight your way through two loads full of crazed and frenzied radioactive blokes and robots (rotters). First off, you're hurled into the midst of one of those left/right flick-screen beat-'em-up affairs pretty much in the mould of Vigilante, Renegade, Dragon Ninja - you know the stuff.

Basically, it's a case of kicking and punching diced carrots out of a bunch of radioactives who glow in the dark and throw dynamite at you. Then it's face to face with the extra tough end-of-level baddie. Ooh, what a surprise!

Second load, and the launch pad you're after just happens to be defended by a psychotic maniac with an army of defensive robots and gun emplacements to his name. The pesky blighters just won't let you get on with your job! They follow you, throw atomic mines at you and send out their mega kangaroo destroyers (big tanks with mega guns). Your honest-to-goodness bloke, just trying to escape the planet and make a better life for himself, has no choice but to pump them full of lead with his machine gun. What a shame.

Well, that sounds like a pretty run of the mill beat-'em-up cum shoot-'em-up to me, I hear you cry. Well, yes. There's nothing mind-bogglingly new about this little number, I grant you. But having said that, it does have some of the biggest, mean-muther-looking sprites I've recently seen on the Speccy, clear if unspectacular backdrops and brillo 128K sound. The fighting moves on the beat-'em-up bits are a bit on the boring side (just punching, crouching and kicking) and poorly animated, but on the shoot-'em-up levels it really comes alive.

Wandering along claustrophobic corridors with giant gun on hip, taking pot shots at the trillions of robots and security droids that gang up on you from above... well, it's got much of the feel and atmosphere of that space film Aliens. (What a pity the Speccy conversion of that was so hopeless!) Yup, real gung ho macho excitement (if you like that sort of thing). For mindless blasting satisfaction it takes some beating.

There's one major fly in the ointment though - the difficulty level (it is a Dinamic game, after all). It's just pitched way to hard. Not quite as bad as Navy Moves perhaps, but you still get zapped straight back to the beginning again far too often. How blooming frustrating! Maybe I'm just going soft, but the fact I wasn't getting anywhere fast really put me off. Don't start raiding your piggy hank.

Kati Hamza.

RATING

LIFE EXPECTANCY: 60º
GRAPHICS: 75º
ADDICTIVENESS: 65º
INSTANT APPEAL: 70º
TOTAL: 71º

Es darf wieder gekloppt werden: Nach "Double Dragon II" und "Wild Streets" läßt jetzt Dinamic in einem brandneuen Prügel-Game die Fäuste fliegen.

Diesmal geht's ausnahmsweise nicht um die Befreiung einer entführten Freundin, sondern um das nackte Überleben nach dem atomaren Holocaust. Der blond-gelockte Held wandert in leicht ruckeligem Horizontalscrolling durch die radio-aktiv verseuchte Landschaft und sucht nach einer Möglichkeit, unsere inzwischen reichlich ungastliche Erde zu verlassen.

Leider wollen ihn Horden von wilden Punks, kettenschwingenden Rockern, schießwütigen Polizisten und mutierten Hundern, nicht zu vergessen die mächtigen Endgegner, nicht ziehen lassen, ohne zuvor eine Tracht Prügel bezogen zu haben...

Neben einer recht bescheidenen Auswahl an Schlagvarianten stehen dem Endzeit-Wanderer noch verschiedene Sprungtechniken zur Verfügung. Auch kann man auf Fassaden klettern, um Bonusgegenstände einzusacken, oder den vermöbelten Gegnern ihre Waffen abnehmen.

Außerdem sollte man stets die Anzeige für die eigene Radioaktivität im Auge behalten, will man nicht als wandelndes Atomkraftwerk enden.

Grafik und Animation sind durchaus gelungen, der blecherne Sound kann allerdings weniger begeistern. Was das Spiel aber im Mittelmaß versauern läßt, ist der eklatante Mangel an Gameplay: Immer nur schlagen, Springen oder Ducken dürfte selbst für hartnäckige Fans des Genres etwas zu wenig sein! (M. Semino)