Then I went to college where my then-roommate, friend, and occasional Pokemon rival Ilya got ahold of the game, learned it, and in no time flat got all the rest of the medals, got all of the medals on the challenge mode, and wiped every Laquidara family score out of the standings.
Today I played Starfox to get my revenge.
Actually today I played Starfox because I'm more or less trapped in the house for work-related reasons and none of these productive things sounded appealing.
- Find a doctor.
- Find a dentist.
- Find a mechanic.
- Find mutual funds.
- Work on that bike I bought.
- Find the broken bulb in my chili-pepper lights.
This rhythm is perfect to stir pasta sauce, which is what I am doing. This makes it the perfect game for the somewhat-adjusted young working professional. The things I knew when I saved up for it back in 1998.
Without further ado, here's a level by level review.
This is the first level of Starfox 64. It's easy, which is fortunate because no one likes a hard video game. At least I don't. Here's a good time to introduce some Starfox 64 elements to the uninformed reader. There are two things the dignified player aims to do. One is to accomplish the mission rather than complete it. This involves some extra tasks one must do over the level. These are hinted at by the other pilots in the game, but are most often found via the internet, or whatever the 1997 equivalent of that was (I hear it involves talking to people using one's voice). The other is to protect your wingmen from dying while shooting down enough dudes. This earns you one of the aforementioned medals.
I accomplished Corneria because "a baby who has just been born"* could. I felt good about getting the medal at the halfway mark, but came up way short. The closest I've ever gotten is 149. It takes 150. WILMA!!!
This level is space rather than on a planet surface. This means about nothing. There are a lot of bad guys in this level an I managed fewer than Corneria. This was a pretty bad and inexplicable one.
One point Falco, the most ornery of the wingmen, asked if this was the best I could do. It was.
This one is underwater and you have an unlimited supply of bombs. But your stupid little watercraft putters around and there are lots of exploding starfish(!!) to deal with. I nearly die here. Fellow wingmen Slippy and Peppy strongly hint at a homosexual affair.
Pro tip: I hate the phrase "pro tip".
Advice: Just constantly mash the A and B buttons at the same time.
In this one you have to shoot down searchlights in order to not go to shitty level. You miss one, shitty level. No way to recover.
I miss a searchlight. Restart level.
I start with shitty, dopey single lasers. I miss an earlier searchlight. Restart level.
Same. Same. Restart level.
Nice attempt to recover by flying into a searchlight rather than hitting it. No luck. Restart level.
God damn fucking dragon. No lives left. Restart level.
I miss the first searchlight. Game over.
Epilogue (How confusing is this, I was using bold for level names and now I'm using it for sections of the entry.)
I'm disappointed by this outcome because I don't get to write about my favorite part: the brain. At the end of the game, you fight the main bad duder, a monkey-man-type by the name of Andross. Well you blow up his head and then you go head to head (HAH!!) with um I dunno, a GIANT FLOATING BRAIN.
There is a long tradition about me going into the brain with about 16 or so lives and piddling them away, getting caught in the brain's spaghetti (don't ask). You had to be there I guess. And I guess I got to write about the brain anyway.
The takehome lesson is that the brain has spaghetti associated with it.
UPDATE: I JUST STARTED A NEW GAME AND GOT A MEDAL IN CORNERIA FOR I THINK THE FIRST TIME EVER. HOLY SHIT I'M THE MAN.
*David Ortiz, describing who in Boston would not know who David Ortiz is. Quote circa 2005. Can't find attribution. I know this is real.