![]() With a lackluster single player experience, clumsy friend codes and the lack of headset or even keyboard support, this first venture into the online arena is not without its missteps. I’m glad Nintendo has finally made the jump to internet play. ![]() Having to sprint to my laptop to lob insults does get old after a while. ![]() This absence is all the more glaring when my Wii has two idling USB ports. It would have been nice if I could have spat game via a headset. One of the key elements in a proper multiplayer experience, however, is that of trash talk. Thankfully, the Wi-Fi connection ensures that you’ll never be limited to this mode. ![]() It’s the sort of “there’s no way a human player could do that” AI that tarnishes many of Nintendo’s multiplayer-focused games. After the first few rounds, you’ll find yourself being tackled at every turn, scored on without even getting the chance to take position of the ball. Sadly, the single player ladder tournament is an afterthough because the AI is so, well, cheap. It seems simple, but this tactile action adds a modicum of immersion, much more so than many of the half-hearted attempts at Wii Remote functionality that have hit the Wii so far. This maneuver is key - you’ll spend more time tackling for possession of the ball than anything else. Secondly, thrusting the wand in the direction of an opponent initiates a devastating slide tackle. It is used to block MegaStrikes (You point at the screen, targeting incoming balls to keep them from flying by). There are two ways in which Charged takes advantage of the Wii Remote’s unique abilities. Fortunately, the game is fully customizable, allowing you to limit elements that may muck up the core gameplay. When all this is coming at you full bore, it can be difficult to see the ball, let alone decipher all the action. Each field also has its own obstacles, such as lava, electric currents, fierce winds, or slippery ice. Adding to the basic soccer rules are a dizzying array of special moves and items that can be used as weapons or powerups. The frenetic action that makes up Charged can sometimes be too much to process. My personal favorite is Bowser Jr.’s Dick Dale-style surf guitar intro. Each character is provided with unique victory and loss music. This is crucial, as the chaotic action is maintained throughout each match. The swooping camera style gives the game a cinematic feel, but is easily bypassed so you aren’t forced to watch instant replays of unremarkable goals. Little touches like charred uniforms and frosted turf make up for the last-gen visuals. Mario gets a bird’s eye view of the apocalypse as he I thought I had imagined it until I found this Youtube proof. When engaged in a Megastrike (a volley of powerful shots), they turn into darker, more sinister version of themselves, in distinct anime style.Īn aside: Is it just me, or did Waluigi give me the “suck it” motion after scoring a goal? This move hasn’t been pulled on me since middle school by that creepy kid who wore the same Austin 3:16 shirt every day! Ten years later, it still feels equally insulting. All the characters have been given makeovers and mildly humorous intro sequences. The style of this game is the most interesting to be seen among Nintendo’s sports franchises. Like EA’s early ’90s NHL games, it’s all about body checking - or in this case, slide tackling. Perhaps that’s because the game really isn’t about soccer. It’s an adrenaline rush of dumb fun.ĭespite my surname, I was a mess on the soccer field back in first Grade, so much so that my parents graciously allowed me to quit after sticking it out a full season. I giddily run to my laptop to type a quick “hahahapwned!!!11” in between matches. That’s because I’m playing against an old college nemesis who lives an ocean away. Mario Strikers Charged made me shout “OWNED” at the top of my lungs for the first time in years. This atmosphere is something I’ve missed over the last several years, and multiplayer-driven games like these haven’t held the same magic since…until now. An added incentive: whoever came in last could expect a flurry of punches to the groin. In my halcyon undergrad days, frozen pizzas and cheap red soda fueled marathon nights of Mario Kart, Goldeneye, and Super Smash Bros.
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