Madworld is a brand new Wii game from Sega and Platinumgames (aka the heads of Clover Studios, Capcom's unique development studio that brought us Okami and Viewtiful Joe before its closure) that looks to push the Mature rating to its limits. The game's graphics are only three colors - black, white, and red. You can probably guess what is red - the blood, hearts ripped from your opponents, and items that can be used to slaughter your foes. With a Smash TV-like premise and its over-the-top violence, Madworld could be a mega-hit, and it certainly stands out from the glut of casual Wii titles.
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Well, this certainly looks interesting! A big surprise that it's landing on the Wii. I wonder if it will pass the censors
It's finally looking like Nintendo's aim to move developers away from muddy brown "realism" and to experiment with art direction are paying off. Many of the best games on the Wii have very striking styles.
*stares at games* Time to do some trade-ins, methinks!
Some info from MTV has revealed on where the "signpost stabbing" in the game comes from.
“There’s a lot of those games out there where you use daggers to stab people,” he explained — cheerfully mind you. “But stabbing daggers through people is so normal and everyone does it. So we were thinking if we put a sign on it, an everyday signpost, it would be more fun and more creative.”
Last Edit: May 25, 2008 22:06:33 GMT -5 by Da Robot
Offline mutliplayer has been confirmed to be in the game from the official website.
Nintendo Power has said there's an attack in the game where "you shove a trumpet up a man’s butt, and he’ll stumble about in a daze, playing a tune for you."
Finally SEGA sent out a Madworld holiday poem.
Twas a night before DeathWatch, when all through downtown Not a person was stirring, since being stomped to the ground. The bodies were hung on the rosebushes with care, In hopes that more enemies would soon appear.
Jack was nestled all snug in his bed, While visions of beating hearts danced in his head; Jack with a sign post, the Bull in a tire wrap, Impaled and put down for a long winters nap.
When out at the train station there arose such a splatter, Everyone ran to see what was the matter. Towards the commotion, they flew like a flash, A game show was announced, winners paid cash.
The moon in the breast of the newly-fallen blood-stained snow, Gave the luster of mid-day to environmental weapons below. When, what to my wondering dark eyes should sit But a chainsaw, a spiked bat and daggers! OH S#!%