Police Week really should have been called Fuzz Fortnight. Law enforcement games are legion and last week I barely scratched the surface of what’s available. My latest acquisition puts the copper in chopper. It also shoots itself in both flat feet with poor controller support and pedantic sorties.
Pb + potato mashers + persistence = palpable progress for the POWs this turn. Dale’s Dozen ends the sixty undisputed kings of Nottingheim Castle. The fact that the German MG team weathered several grenade blasts before expiring makes Dale’s lack of interest in their MG 42 a little easier to rationalise (Sadly, infantry can’t scavenge weapons in CMBO).
Using the following clues (the map above is purely decorative) in combination with Street View, work out my location.
Should police games reflect the fact that the vast majority of violent crime is committed by males? I only ask because easy-to-recommend The Precinct is another cop title in which you’re almost as likely to be shot by a gun moll as a gun man.
Every Friday, Tally-Ho Corner’s cleverest clogs come together to solve a ‘foxer’ handcrafted by my sadistic chum and colleague, Roman. A complete ‘defoxing’ sometimes takes several days and usually involves the little grey cells of many readers.
Cop games tend to lose interest in criminals the moment they’re in custody. The sort of tense interview suite tussles that loom large in this short but ingenious £2 grill-em-up seldom get ludologised and when they do it’s rarely with this level of subtlety or insight.
Luke-warm reviews? An unpersuasive demo? Competition from the likes of FS9, Call of Duty, IL-2 Sturmovik: Forgotten Battles, and Rise of Nations? I can’t recall why I didn’t play this futuristic FPS in its year of release: 2003. As an avid WASDist who was rarely far from a copy of 2000 AD during the Eighties, I should have found it irresistible.
Beat Cop’s setting might be cosy – one short street in a fictional US city – but there’s nothing pipe and slippers about its storyline, dialogue, and choices. How did you start the day? Me, before breakfast I stuffed dope-filled suppositories up the arse of a junkie priest in a piss-perfumed alleyway.