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Title: Comix Zone (2nd Review)
Rom Player: Gens
Reviewer: Victor

Synopsis: You start the game with a very stiff cut scene of some evil-looking guy sending you (Sketch Turner) into the your own comic! At first glance, this game looks amazing. It has everything right? Fighting, monsters & creatures, and a lot of him swearing (of course, it is bleeped, but we all know what he is trying to say!), but all is not what it seems, because when you actually start to play this game, you should realize that it is pure shit. Donít get me wrong; some of the things are cool. Like the rat the rips the page and stuff. But the fighting sucks. It doesn't even look like you hit the guy. But that is not the worst part of it. The worst part is the music. Yes, it is something you here in a retirement home it makes you want to sleep. Another thing that makes you sleep is the ending of this game. When I first played it, I got to the last level (there is only like 5-6 levels). You had to face the boss, and she (Editorís note: Said boss is a ďheĒ.) has your girlfriend trapped. You beat him, but she dies because you weren't fast enough or something like that. I'm sure itís possible for her to live, but now that I think about it, it really wonít make a difference because she (ohh, big surprise) is lame. Kinda like the whole game. If I had to give a rating with two words they would be:


Best Cheats: Nothing Entered

Game Play: 4
Graphics: 7
Music/Sound: 3
Originality: 8
Overall Rating: 3


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