John Harker
Definitely doesn't make things up as he goes along.
I just bounced on fire-spewing spring loaded traps to roast 500 flying pigeons so I could collect enough meat to feed a fat, slumbering man dressed in what appears to be discarded football gear who calls himself the King of a group of LARPing fantastics who think they are elves from the medieval ages. I have to do this because I just played a mini tower defense game where waves of orange monsters high on energy drinks tried to stop my elven friends from harvesting enough tree bark to make a medieval soup for their king that ended up making him vomit - a great loss, because the bard who was singing the heroic deeds of my trial was killed during the battle.
Meanwhile, I'm grinding on wires to collect toilet paper while shooting fireworks out of a hand cannon and exploding teddy bears from what I think is a traffic cone. Oh also my el mariachi guitar shoots ice spikes and lighting bolts every time I ground pound on top of a car, which always amuses me because my Asian heroine is wearing samurai slippers and a batman cape.
Sunset Overdrive is that perfect amount of colorful, controlled chaos you can throw on when you only have twenty minutes and know you'll have a blast. Shame it didn't do better.
Meanwhile, I'm grinding on wires to collect toilet paper while shooting fireworks out of a hand cannon and exploding teddy bears from what I think is a traffic cone. Oh also my el mariachi guitar shoots ice spikes and lighting bolts every time I ground pound on top of a car, which always amuses me because my Asian heroine is wearing samurai slippers and a batman cape.
Sunset Overdrive is that perfect amount of colorful, controlled chaos you can throw on when you only have twenty minutes and know you'll have a blast. Shame it didn't do better.