Holy ♥♥♥♥. Holy ♥♥♥♥. Holy ♥♥♥♥. This game is incredible. This is Parappa the Rapper on Steroids. This game is the absolute ♥♥♥♥.
I had no idea what to expect from this game. I knew it was a rhythm game, but that's all I knew. Let me break down my experience so far with the game for anyone curious.
I started off on a space station, reporting for space news on space channel 5. Some space rogues had taken the station over and were forcing all the space citizens to space dance. It was my space job to space rescue them all. I blasted all the space minions with the power of my funky-fresh, 80's blacksploitation soundtrack moves and finished the first level off by out-singing three super-powered space karaoke robots.
By this point I was space sh*tting myself with laughter.
The next level opened with the space mayor, Doctor Spacerobotnik, being space-kidnapped by the rhythm rogues. It was once again up to me to go and rescue him. The ground troop leader took him to Space Seaworld, where mutated space plants had captured a musical class of space primary school kids. I rescued the children flawlessly, before moving on to the space-boss. Oh no! My space-reporter, aptly named "Ulala" has been tied up in the tentacles of the slimy space pirhana plant. I struggle to battle the plant as my avatar makes hilariously tasteless jokes about being sexually aroused, causing my eyes to water with laughter. I however emerge victorious, once again destroying my enemies with the power of space dance just after beating a rival network's reporter in a space electric guitar battle. We rescue the space president who proceeds to warm our hearts with a beautiful solo song.
We can't stop to enjoy it, though! We have a hot new lead, but oh no! The space police and their highest ranking officer space Caitlyn from space League of Legends is trying to stop us! Her giant, space breast-shaped space cruiser is launching space bazookas at us! Ulala and her trusty sidekick manage to beat her in a space drum battle, but no! it was a trap all along, orchestrated by the head of the space baddies! We've got to get back to Space Station 5 and rescue Space channel 5's commanding officer, Space Michael Jackson. No, I'm not even kidding. You have to rescue Space Michael F*cking Jackson with the power of dance.
I have to stop for now, my chest hurts too much to go on.