Sunday, January 19, 2014

Fishing in the Sky for Cock-lions #31: Papo & Yo

Blah blah blah, this game is Papo & Yo.




The game begins with your character, a young boy/girl/? hiding in a closet. This is probably a metaphor for something, but we don't have time to ponder that before he/she/it jumps into a mysterious portal.

It's thinking.

On the other side of this portal is a run down favela which, as far as fantastical portals are concerned, is a pretty shitty destination. I begin my adventure by running around on the buildings, Assassin's Creed style. The young thing isn't quite as capable at parkour as trained assassins however, and repeatedly my attempts to climb the walls are met with a friendly reminder from gravity that shit is still very much in her control.

Explain this, Gravity. EXPLAIN THIS.

After that, the real game begins. A mysterious girl beckons you into another portal, but who gives a shit about that, because there is a soccer ball in the courtyard ahead of you. I kid you not, I kicked that ball around for like half an hour, watching it bounce off walls and down alleyways.

And sometimes, wherever the hell this is.
At the point I discovered I could pick up the ball with my hands, I decided my mission was to take that ball with me throughout the entire game. Sort of like the Little Rocket Man challenge, only more pointless.

Not to mention, this is blatantly against the rules of soccer.

This plan hits a little snag very, very quickly when after climbing a staircase, ball in hand, I encounter this:


I attempt multiple times to kick the ball up the ladder, but my old nemesis John Wiggins gravity has other plans.

Defeated, I make my way ahead only to find something even cooler!


I play around with this new toy for awhile until I get bored of it. Then I have the idea to mix my two passions and attempt to kick the ball into the box.

I do not succeed.


Papo & Yo is unashamedly a game about playing with silly little trinkets and nothing else.


Hrrrmmmmm.

Anyway.


1 comment:

  1. Poor old papa n yo yo. Bet he can't "walk the dog" if you know what I'm sayin', my homie.

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