The small dosage that gets injected into you is enough to keep you strong, and crystals of ulyssium can be picked up to extend your health bar. Random attacks can trigger a satisfyingly brutal takedown animation (based on actual moves from systema, a Russian martial art) - "random moments of badassery," in the astute words of Pan.įinally, just what the heck is ulyssium? Well, after the Tunguska event of 1908 - when a meteor slammed into Siberia and caused a tremendous explosion - residue found in the meteor's wake was discovered to have beneficial properties in protecting an individual from the area's harsh radiation. In fact, go ahead and mash those buttons to your heart's content. Pan assured me that players can accrue the same number of points and combo multipliers in toe-to-toe combat. The knife is the girl that you marry."ĭon't fret if you're not too keen on skulking in the shadows and dishonorably ending the lives of your foes with cowardly backstabs. "An analogy I like to use is that the other weapons are like girls you've dated in the past things were great, but it didn't quite work out. "Most of the time, it's just you and the knife," explained Producer Andy Pan. Items such as night-vision goggles, gas masks, and body armor can also be found.īut the majority of your kills are performed with your knife, an omnipresent weapon that accompanies you throughout the game's three massive levels. Transposing the original game's straightforward action with an emphasis on stealth, Ex-Patriot rewards players who hide in shadowy doorways and ceiling nooks to silently execute passing enemies.Īn array of weaponry helps facilitate the bloodshed, including rocket launchers, grenades, flame throwers, and even a deployable automated gun turrent.
It's time for Rush'n Attack: Ex-Patriot.Īs a revamp of 1985's Rush'n Attack, Ex-Patriot's not-too-subtle underpinnings recast U.S.-Soviet tensions in an entirely new direction. That is, until you're set loose by a mysterious individual.Īrmed with only a (really huge) knife, it's time to find your teammates and escape. You're given an inoculating cocktail shot of something called ulyssium (more on this later) and other pleasant-sounding chemicals before being left to rot in a cell of a gulag. (It might be just me, but those green berets were probably a dead giveaway.) Your orders explicitly instruct you not to get caught. You are part of a special forces team sent deep into Soviet Russia to rescue a fellow operative. Reagonomics.īut for a single American commando trapped behind the Iron Curtain, the only thing that matters is a knife. Mind-scarring '80s pop-culture was on the rise. You've got your dogmatic communism butting heads with laissez-faire capitalism.
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