I’m trying something new here, focused on old things. Older games I’ve never played, or have played, or have even personally reviewed but I’m returning to because I’m a big boy now and I can make my own decisions mom, jeez. Fashionably Late may become a semi-regular occurrence. It may not. WHO KNOWS.
I’ve just reached the third level for the first time, and I’m packed full of so many power-ups that they’re practically oozing out of my bleeding eye sockets. The last hour and a bit has been comically tense, but I’ve got an excellent rhythm going with my Enforcer. At this stage, every time an enemy hits me a huge chunk of life seeps out of my health bar. Teleporting beef-things, lightning-wielding, bobble-headed infants and immense stone people are just some of my current worries, but my life leech ensures that whenever I’m in a pickle I can just back into a corner, deploy my shield and dispense enough health-stealing damage that I can survive almost indefinitely.