Leisure Suit Larry 2 Looking For Love (In Several Wrong Places) reviews

Translated by
Microsoft from French
A little more extensive but much less well than the first. Already, the game is too difficult, we die all the time. We walk on the wrong pixel: we die, we talk to the wrong person: we die, we eat in a restaurant: we die... It's heavy!!! Especially since it is an oldschool game without a checkpoint, so when you die, you have to go back to the last manual backup. A game that encourages you to save every 3 seconds... and I advise to keep all the backups because it is possible to advance to the next chapter without having picked up an indispensable object and to find yourself stuck with obligation to start the whole game again. Aberrant. The game is fully keyboard with English command interpreter and it's really much worse than the 1. You often have to type the exact sentence otherwise it doesn't work. For example, I could not order to eat in a snack bar, I typed "order snack" the game answered "there is nothing to order" (= "there is nothing to order"), you had to actually type "order food" to order a snack. This is one example among many others. Totally retarded. If we add the fact that the naughty look so expensive to the series is almost absent from the whole game, it makes a very very bad adventure game, even old school.
Translated by
Microsoft from Italian
(A little freewheeling on the series and the character) Larry. Who's Larry Laffer? He is the protagonist of one of the first adventures in the history of video games, released from the pen of Al Lowe, and born thanks to the insight of a woman, Roberta Williams, who together with her husband founded the glorious Sierra On-Line, then Sierra Entertainement. To This phenomenal woman one owes that wriggle that gave a face, a graphical interface to those that so far were adventures only with textual descriptions. And under his aegis began to stir this little man, insignificant, made up of a handful of CGA pixels, but ready to let his little voice out of an artoparlantine croaking to assert, decided, his identity as James Bond: "I'm Larry, Larry Laffer!". And with this iconic phrase he often began to approach his next feminine ' conquest '. Yes, because Larry's specialty was women, fixed nail, his only concern: but, as we will see, he was specialized with women as a sardine is with the flight. Larry was, and is, one of us. And, like us, is confronted with this enigmatic and perhaps forever unknowable feminine world. With his dreams of beautiful women, prosperous, with perfect shapes, disturbing, sensual; He, like us, that, yes, it's all right the sympathy of women, their intelligence, their character, but their breasts, their butts, their lips, their legs, Ahhh: A true tribute to the philosophy of machismo, and a small, masculine personality of the "look at that beautiful object , take it from the window and take it home. " But then he too, like us, was often displaced and completely unequipped to handle such a bargain, far from known and governable; Disable to solve the eternal mystery of that omnipresent intelligence and agile wisdom of life that, even with your spite, find even in the most unprovable and defenseless Bellona that you brought home. And then all the vicissities, all the sufferings that these women inflict on him for their will, all having fun, innocently, and, under the skilful guidance and indulge in the sly smile of Al Lowe, bind him, whip him, incest him, throw him Off the trampolines,.... Yes, maybe Larry embodies a becerely masculine way of dealing with the feminine way, but never in his adventures did he hear the sound of a slap given to a woman...
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