I found a rifle and it does nothing, just like all the other artifacts I've found, other than possibly the bits of my trenchmates. I hate your game for being so good and so incomprehensible all at the same time. 5+♥, and I'll be back when I find a walkthrough that gives me another 30 seconds of survival.
I wish I could have played before the difficulty nerf, because this is effortless. The high scores are broken. Jumping also seems broken. Climbing around on top of things will score you a spoon [or more?], but don't fall behind the big statue while exploring, or you'll be stuck. I'm clueless about the third secret. Fived, faved, and eagerly awaiting the sequel.
I was thinking of looking up a lot of these references and posting their links in a comment, but I can't do that if it's gonna reload as a black page with radio static every time. Still, 5+♥.
As I place my paperweights and rubber bands on our generation ship's control levers, and prepare to enter cryonic stasis, I can only hope that my grandchildren find intelligent life in that little white oval. As for me, I'm convinced there's nothing out there.
I was into it, but the hitboxes are all over the place. Prodigally. And where did my powerup go?! [Not the one I lost when I exploded, the one on the screen.] I can't in good conscience give this more than a two at this time.
Unforgettable. I blasted some fellow in his ascending aorta with a .50 cal anti-materiel rifle, and he looked down at his chest as though I may have stained his uniform, then he gets back to shooting at me. I think these dudes are zombies.
Feed your MegaHAL random articles from Wikipedia and Futility Closet for best results. Chop them up into sentences or short paragraphs. -- "Behaviour is an unincorporated community in madison county, alabama. The community was a scottish inventor. He invented the carbon filament electric lamp and the spirit of headache, the demon of epilepsy, and the
repeated citations had failed to improve his driving."
TWO STARS? Hideous. This game is priceless: "Alexander graham bell was a greek mathematician. His book the elements of geometry set down how geometry was to be enveloped in eyes." And -- "HAL: Blood is a flying machine, a vessel which flies through the air? ME: That's right. HAL: You are a stupid bloody moron with no right to exist as a sentient being." I only wish that this was online like the old MegaHAL... Thanks Bruce_Jawn and Jason Hutchins.