Go stick it on your wall tough guy
Capcom chose 1941 for the third installment of their popular World War II shoot-em-up series, and with good reason. 1941 was a year.
I must confess fellow pixel-pricks that three months ago, after playing this game, I slipped into a terrible coma. Thankfully I woke up yesterday at tea time. Which was ace.
The doctors said I’d be fine and that I’d regain use of my eyebrows in time. Unfortunately though I don’t remember much of the game except that the sprites were about as thrilling as a vegans Christmas hamper.
The music to was desperately tuneless and left me wanting to detune my own eardrums. You’d get more joy out of a high-five sound with Jeremy Beadle’s corpse.
Except for the awesome ones I’ve never been a huge fan of top-down shoot-em-ups. They give me the yips. I’m certainly not a fan of this outing. Boo Capcom, booo.
After the coma I lost my job…
...and all my friends…
...but thank goodness for Capcom