I have to admit that when I first thought
about buying the game, the small remainder of the young boy left in me showed the first
signs of reappearance in the last 5 years...then I played it, and that young
boy was beaten like a stepdad beating his ginger kid. Lego's Marvel Heroes or
whatever it's called is a combination of my two favourite things as a kid, Lego
and Marvel Heroes which at the time seemed like the combination of peanut
butterfly and syrup on a lovely piece of warm toast, but it quickly turned into
marmite and dog shit. My team members proved to be more of a menace to me then the people I
was fighting and the just stood and watch as I was getting beaten, just like
the mother of a ginger child being beaten by their stepdad. Although the Lego
seemed to understand its part in the game, which was to get in my way each and
every fucking time I tried to collect the dropped Lego pieces that I desperately
tried to gather like junky looking for a fix. Then the final piece in the coffin
containing my childhood was the character collection. In order to collect your
favourite characters outside the story line, you have to locate them and solve
a puzzle to obtain the token...which you then have to purchase. Disney you
money grubbing bastards. I admit the fact that I played by keyboard might not
have helped and feelings towards the game...but it was eclipsed by my urge to
leap into the game and beat the hell out of my favourite Marvel heroes whenever they opened their mouths. i would like to go on about the game but just writing about it has reminded me that a spent about $5 on this game...$5 I will never get back.
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