Recent reviews by Kangaroo

Day of Infamy is great fun a great game & if you don't have Day of Infamy, then get it asafp, that's Kangaroo's tip.

Curse you to damnation Old Boney, your Fleet is ruined Trafalgar is lost & Spain cannot help you at Sea! Our green island fortress of freedom our beloved Brittania rules the waves! Britons never never never shall be slaves!
Dearly loved by his French subjects soldiers & generals, despised by his English Channel nemesis Brittania (England) NAPOLEON has no equal in terms of the stratospheric achievements of his monumentally important & influential life, a life lived to the utmost, ten men or more would be delighted proud & content at achieving less than a quarter of the magnificent incredible & historically notable things this obscure Corsican managed in his illustrious unquestionably astonishing career.
From his earliest small skirmishes leading into battles like Napoleon waged in Northern Italy, to Prussia, Austria & eventually stalled at the gates of Moscow, this is a WONDERFUL MARVELLOUS & HISTORICALLY accurate portrayal of warfare alliances & tactical matters from sending in the Dragoons on their flank to loading the cannons with grapeshot, from Corsica to Waterloo, the little artilleryman who would become Emperor of Europe, the incomparable Napoleon Bonaparte, a short of stature, extremely courageous & with a military mind unmatched until his final defeat at the hands of the Prussians & Duke of Wellingtons Redcoats, this takes one right into the times places & events that were pivotal salient & important in the rise & rise of this nondescript Corsican artillery Lieutenant to supreme ruler & Emperor of Europe from Spain to Egypt, Persia to Scandinavia.
Loved adored & followed without question by his devoted officers & soldiers, Napoleon would LEAD his troops/units into battle PERSONALLY at great risk showing uncommon valour & bravery to a fault.
No desk General shirking in the background, this mightiest of warriors Napoleon fought with intense courage & seemed immortal to his astonished men, who followed him with zeal from victory to crushing victory until after Nelson's rout of the French fleet at Trafalgar, the Duke of Wellington with Prussian Dragoons assistance defeated captured & exiled to St. Helena this peerless strategist unmatched tactician & beloved leader of all EUROPE.
9 out of 10! GREAT FANTASTIC TERRIFIC GAME THIS IS! GET IT!!!
Peace, stay safe & be happy, Kangaroo, Terra Australis Incognito.

Red Orchestra 2 HEROES OF STALINGRAD is
the BEST WW2 Online Multiplayer FPS EVER!

Starve the lizards! Stone the crows! Castrate the camels! I'm here to tell ya and you're here to be told! So shut ya cakehole, scrape the sh*t out of ya ears n' hear the news, RO2 RULES!
It is by a country mile or I'm George Pell & Pauline Hanson's lovechild if one iota of this isn't the good oil on the late mail, gospel 'struth, or I speak with forked tongue!?

RO2 is WICKED!
PTSD inducing BIG TIME! Sick of having your genitals attached to your groin/pelvis, being shot with a Nutcracker by a 12.7mm PTRS41 / PZB784R Anti-Tank Rifle will soon solve that serious issue of yours! Got a superiority-complex about FPS games? Come play RO2 & let us sort the men from the boys, the wheat from the chaff, the diamonds from the filth!?
Tired of having your head & limbs muscular-skeletal integrity in order? A frag-grenade will soon remedy that burdensome dilemma.

Or these, among a plethora of ways to die, are but a few... being overrun by rampaging
airborne over shellhole rims T70 T34 & PzkwIII PzkwIV or even a Russian Universal Carrier
/ Bren-gun Carrier or German Sdkfz250 Halftrack!? If their MG's don't bisect you first...

Or perhaps fancy being atomised under a barrage of mortar shells, ground-shaking cannonfire of heavy artillery, deafened then pulverised by offshore naval salvos, or being blown to pieces whilst being BBQ'd at the same time by a Russian Commander calling in some of his Katayusha 'Stalin's Organs' rockets, Nebelwerfers for the Germans of course 'Moaning Minnie's' was their wartime moniker.

In RO2 DEATH is de-rigeur. You die quickly, often, with unceremonious matter-of-factness.
In so many hideous horrendous unthinkable ways, yes, roasted like a leg of lamb on Grand Final Day by a flamethrower is one of them... Satchel explosives, anti-tank grenades, pistols revolvers the metal-rim of a Squad Leaders' binoculars even!? would you believe!?... TRUE!

Cowering in a trench, smoke blinding you, enemies breathing down your neck issuing hateful obscene insults jeers & contemptuous oaths, bayoneted mercilessly by an enemy Rifleman or shredded like Swiss cheese by submachine gun point blank fire, are and is just a few other of the many various horrific ways to go in RO2 and Rising Storm/RS for that matter...

Screaming in pools of blood, slipping to the floor bleeding out, the screen blackens as you futilely call 'Tovarisch? Comrade?' or 'Kameraden? Please, mein Gott!?'
It's like being placed in the middle of a Sven Hassel book, or Professor John Erickson's 2 volume The Road to Stalingrad & The Road to Berlin masterpiece.
Scary isn't the word. You'll sh*t your daks, feel actual apprehension rising into panic & ultimately blind terror! Kill or be killed. FPS heaven.
There is no room for sentiment or mercy here.
In RO2 life is short, life is cheap, as you alll shall, die in the sagging burning screaming ruins amidst the hell on Earth of Stalingrad, where the streets are slippery with blood...

This game is THAT GOOD, it's the ducks' nuts, the lizards gizzards', the bees' knees!
RO2 is THE BOMB OF ALL FPS GAMES!
TOO MUCH RO2 is grossly insufficient, woefully inadequate & nowhere near enough!

I LOVE RO2 MOST, FOR ITS' WONDERFUL FRIENDLY & KIND PLAYER COMMUNITY!
Ladies & Gentlemen to a woman/man! Outstanding examples of ♥♥♥♥ sapiens sapiens.
Respect, peace & be nice to ya Mum, or I'll come 'round to your joint & flog 7-shades-of-sh*t outta ya, slap ya like a red-headed step-child, punch portholes in ya quicksmart! Savvy!?...
ya marsupial mate Kangaroo of Terra Australis Incognito. Cheers to all of ya!

P.S. I pay my respects to Aboriginal Elders Uncles & Auntys of the Kabi Kabi tribal first nations people, I revere & defer to them all sovereignty over all their land & sea.
To these greatly respected quickly obeyed & slow to anger Elders of great knowledge
wisdom & arcane Dreamtime clever fella business since the eons since the Rainbow Serpent carved the mountains, hills, valleys, rivers & creeks across this most sacred primordial archaic country, on special country where rocks are 850 million-years old.
KAP-WI! I cry to all Elders of all Aboriginal nations past & present for their permission, tolerance, protection, consent & open understanding while on this sacred timeless mystical land. I salute & recognise them, & them alone, as the Traditional Owners of the land upon which I write this review, was born live work & shall die upon, and which I love.
AUSTRALIA. Always was, always will be, Aboriginal land.
60,000 years is a long, long time; 60,000 years still on my mind.

P.P.S. AUSTRALIA. "If the snakes don't get ya, the Blackfellas will."