There are lots of ways it could have gone. I sneak into their newly boffin-free building to save a captive ape friend from his cage, and he agrees to follow me. I put down a boombox outside, belting out a great tune, which makes all three scientists in a nearby lab leave their work to dance in the street. But if they see me, an ape, walk into their labs, the sciencefolk will attack on sight. The scientists peppered around the levels hate gorillas by default, and these white-coated bigots can be found in labs experimenting on your fellow apes. Some policemen, however, did not like my joke and became marked as “annoyed”.Īs a gorilla, things are different again. I spent the rest of the level telling jokes and convincing people I was funny enough to be given the keys to their store lockers and combination codes to all their safes. “Thanks for the warning!” he shouts as he runs off to one side of the screen. So I simply ask the good doctor to leave town (a little prompt tells you there’s a 70% chance they’ll say yes). But this time, I use the comedian’s power to tell a joke. I was asked to “neutralise” a doctor, which normally just means “kill”. I have to freeze him too, before finally escaping with the documents.Īs a comedian, things went differently. Unfortunately, a by-standing customer was caught in my earlier leafblower crossfire and is now attacking me. The shopkeeper is rightly miffed, so I use a freeze ray gun to frost him in place. Helpfully, the scientist starts with a bunch of gadgets, so I whip out a leafblower and blast the shopkeeper through the wall of the storeroom, creating a hole large enough to dash through and grab the docs. But I realise I have no way of opening the locked door. Playing as a scientist, I have to steal a stash of documents in the storeroom of a shop. Here are some things which happened to me in my last two hours of playing. It all works together to make a soup of anarchy that’s probably not very nutritious but damn it tastes good. There are upset soldiers who don't like you. There is a trait that makes you speedier. Then it throws a bunch of items, character traits, and character allegiances into the mix. Otherwise the people you’ve provoked will beat you to death as you recover. There is a werewolf who can transform into his raging animal form and tear people apart (you use the mouse to aim and click swipes) but when his wolfy form wears off he becomes dizzy and unable to move for a few seconds, so you better have killed absolutely everyone by the time it wears off. There are bartenders, cannibals, jocks, ninjas.
The characters range from a thief with impostor syndrome to an investment banker who has to keep taking cocaine to stay alive. More importantly, you unlock new characters by doing certain tasks, like spending a lot of money or, say, killing a ghost. After each death you can buy new traits and gadgets for your next attempt with the chicken nuggets you've earned. Your goal is to take down the corrupt mayor at the very top. “Like a lasagna,” says the boss of your resistance group. Because this city is actually a tower, built in multiple layers. Complete the missions, using the powers of your character and any items you find, and then take the elevator to the next floor. It is a ridiculous mini-immersive sim that plops you into slums and industrial hellzones with rando missions like “neutralise this drug dealer” or “press three buttons in this deathtrap maze ha ha”. Streets Of Rogue is a pixelly top-down roguelike set in a randomly generated city where the mayor has banned chicken nuggets and thus created a black market currency of processed McNugs. Your character is a comedian after all, it’ll make everyone happy. Amid such bedlam, what do you do as a player of Streets Of Rogue? You tell a joke. And an ape, recently escaped from captivity, is calmly watching it all, unable to speak the language of these terrible people. A red-shirted gangster has started an ill-advised stabbing match with three members of a rival blue gang. There is a police officer beating a slum dweller.
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