Blob, blob, blob. What are these again? Sundogs? Plashes of sunlight rushing in from your peripheral vision - the unhealthy result of exhaustion from completing the one hundred original levels all in one sitting?
Oh no, these are the bubbles again - not pink cheery bubbles on a perfect summer morning, but numb and silent anaerobic floaters on the dark and gelid planet.
Are they conscious? Are they trying to tell something? Could it be a friendly attempt to make the first ever human-alien contact?
Well, who cares, no time to think, goddammit, just blast the living hell out of them all. What else do you have a rifle and a missile launcher for? Would be a shame not to use it.
Blob, blob. blob? - No, burst, burst, burst.
It's Exolon Episode II: New Wave.
This is no tearjerk kind of nostalgia - this time it comes with a full swing right at your teeth.
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