2D adventure game that uses the style of Mario games and "Bud Redhead: The Time Chase" but with good graphics
I used to play a 2D adventure game on my old potato PC in 2012~2013, I don't know when exactly the game was released, but all I remember that it was a 2D adventure game, and the graphics was not bad... it was good actually, the main character was sort of a green creature maybe a small ogre monster or something like that, and his main mission in every level was to find his lost kids that are locked inside bubbles by some sort of a magician, the first chapter in the game was in a forest. I think the company that shows in the intro of the game was "Big Fish Games" but I'm not sure of it. I'm sorry if my description is bad... but this is all I can remember for now.
Genre: 2D adventure game that uses the style of Mario games and "Bud Redhead: The Time Chase".
Estimated year of release: I don't know maybe in 2008~2012.
Graphics/art style: 2D modern graphics.
Notable characters: A green creature maybe a small ogre monster or something like that.
Notable game-play mechanics: The same play style of Mario games and "Bud Redhead: The Time Chase" but with some sort of modern graphics and you are trying to find your lost kids that are locked inside bubbles by a magician.
Edit: I finally found the game. It's "Turtix 2: Rescue Adventures", I found it on a website called https://www.myplaycity.com
I was so lucky that I found it on the first page of arcade games. 😁
submitted by mohammed0106
The worst night of my life... AKA the night I got arrested... Twice [part 5]
So I'm a complete psycho throwing glasses at everyone. Sam later told me that my aim was like 8 feet off. But I was clearly trying to target people. I'm told that I threw the remaining goblets as well as an additional few glasses that were set out on the table. I'm manically running around my house (which, by design, is very open and makes it easier for me to juke everyone trying to grab me.)
It has been told to me, after the fact, that it wasn't long into the psycho rampage. Within a minute or so. That my house was covered in glass. When I run out of glasses I try punching random pottery. This whole time Sam is chasing me all over my house telling me how I needed to put shoes on (I was barefoot.) He was a lot bigger then me but he said every time he'd grab on I'd shake and squirm my way out while throwing bows telling him to get the fuck off. Periodically I would scream at the two girls I didn't know, who were hastily grabbing there things. David, who was literally just part of the back drop all night. Didn't say shit to anyone. Quietly got up and walked out my back door upon hearing the first glass break. I guess there were 8 people there at the start. 5 of them left during the first minute. Sam tries relentlessly to wrap me up. Screaming something about blood and stitches. This the one snapshot I personally remember. Sam is bear hugging from behind pleading with me to put on socks instead of shoes, some sort of compromise he thought I would go for. He later told me I kept screaming "BUTT FUCKER! BUTT FUCKER!" At this point, completely unbeknownst to me, my right foot is sliced open in 3 places. By the time I noticed this my house had my blood spread through 5 rooms. All carpet. There are shards of glass everywhere. Some even stabbing into the wall. My right foot is covered in blood and its splattered all the way to my shin. I think losing all the blood triggered some kind pause in my blackout. Because the only other thing I remember is stopping the dude who wanted to beat my ass years ago as he's walking out my door. I jumped in his way and tried to lift my right foot up to show him and I immediately fell on my ass. So I'm sprawled out holding the frame of my front door sayin "Yo Look at my foot! Look Dog! Look at that shit!" He, who's demeanor remained unnaturally calm through the whole idea, just stares down at me though eyes that were barely open. He has this to say "Yyyyeeeeeaaaaaa man, that shit's fucked up" then steps over me though my doorway and hops into the car with the girls. Who had been waiting for him. I yell a bunch of shit at them as they leave but I'm too drunk to get out of the doorway. Then I black out again.
Sam and Matt were the last to leave. I really can't blame him. I threw glasses and him, elbowed him, and by the time he left he had my blood splattered all over clothes..
For an amount of time that could have been 5 minutes or could have been an hour I can only speculate on what happened. Actually no. I can't. This was the entire record of my night. I remember the beer bong getting broken, then screaming about who's better at basketball, then me falling over and over again at the goal and eventually walking to the car all scraped up. Then there's a pretty clear memory of Sam trying to restrain me while I wriggled like a fish and threw bows at his kidneys. Then getting stuck in my doorway. And then blackness...
"AAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!!" followed by a deep breath and another scream. I take another breath, a deep one so I can scream as loud as possible. But I don't scream.
Instead I snap back to reality. I'm 2 blocks away from my house. I'm barefoot. I'm in the middle of the street Hunched over, my throat felt kind of sore. I was confused, what the fuck was I doing screaming in the street and where the fuck were my friends? I turn towards the direction I think my house is in. Then I smile because the blood trail confirms it.
So now I'm driving? I'm flooring it through the main road of some neighborhood . Stop signs are for pussies. Wait a minute... Is that? "AHHH FUCKKKK!! SAMM YOU FUCKING BITCH FUCK!!" My head is hanging out the window like a dog and I'm riding Sam's ass cussing him out. He's speeding up but his car is shitty so he isn't making much ground on me I floor it until I rear end him hard enough that my head, which was hanging out the window, slams down into the side mirror. I hit the break and scream a bunch of cuss words mixed with creepy laughter and moans. I have no idea what I said throughout most of the night but I specifically remember thinking it was funny how fucking psycho I sounded. Sam's car is probably 30 yards up and I'm about to floor it and close the distance but first there's this sharp turn. They slow down, and take the turn. In the passengers seat It's Matt's bitch as-
wait... wait, hold up... no fuckin way that's Matt. That's a fucking redhead chick! THIS ISN'T SAM'S CAR!!! I slam on the breaks. Which I remember got really slippery from the blood. I stop in the middle of the road. This is a pretty busy road but I don't give a fuck. What the fuck just happened? I have my foot hammered on the break. Still just stopped in the middle of the street (miraculously no one came, which was the only stroke of pure luck I can say came from that night.) All together I must have been just stalled there for 2 minutes, trying to reorient myself and shake this overwhelming confusion. Eventually I had a "what the fuck am I doing" moment. (That moment would have helped me a lot more earlier in the night but at least I didn't get found parked in the middle of a busy road. Literally drunk to the point of psychosis. Which I think the idea of is funny and I laugh manically. I'm swerving around aimlessly, maybe it's 7am? The bottom of my foot is gradually noticing this burning sensation. I was close so I drove to my mom's. Once I got there I stumble into there house and go downstairs where she's sleeping. "mommmmm" "Mommmm" "MOM what the fuck! WAKE UP! MOM! LOOK AT MY FOOT!" Of course she screams. First at the sight of me all dirty and scraped up, rambling trying to talk way to fast then my motor skills are allowing. To articulate a few words correctly it takes me a few tries. "gleese, fucking moether fucker! glazeissssssh FUCKKK! GLASS! YEA! MOM! YeA!" She is staring at me, that's why I sit on the bed and lift up my right foot. This time she really screams.
There was another suppressed scream, more of a gasp. That was her reaction to the blood drop trail through her house. I'm like whoah, I've been seeing that trail fucking everywhere. This is the first time that I'm concerned over how much blood I've lost. I tell my mom I'm leaving my car at her house. Then remember the fucking car chase and how I'm definitely going to prison for it if I get caught. Yea, were gonna leave it here a few days...
We drive to the hospital. As I'm walking in the doors sometime around 8AM I feel the first signs that I'm sobering up. My foot starts to hurt more and more by the minute it seems. Both of my feet are fucking black. Covered with asphalt and dirt. One of the cuts is still dripping pretty bad. The doctor tells me I have to lay down and he's gonna clean my foot."FUCK!!!" this doctor is scrubbing my foot, I should say sanding my foot, with this Brillo thing and I keep pulling away and yelling random shit. He's growing really inpatient and just grabs my ankle. I kick out at him with my bloody foot and just barely miss his chin but end up clipping his shoulder a little bit. He stands up and starts yelling for security. My mom is pleading with doctor, eyes tearing up. At this point my fucking foot is on fire and I'm just moaning really loud. My mom mentions something about the anniversary of my dad's death to the doctor. Which is probably the only thing that kept me from getting arrested. Smart play mom... I get 14 stitches over 3 cuts. The doctor says I probably lost over a pint of blood and that I barely dodged a terrible infection. Blah Blah. Blah... My mom takes me back to my grandma's. I consider trying to come up with a go to excuse that she shouldn't step inside but I'm just so exhausted I don't even bother. She gasps as we walk through the door. "Oh my god... She looks on in awe she isn't mad that I trashed her mothers house. She looked at me and her eyes got really sad. She said some sad shit about how she was worried about me. Looking at me with a sort of inoffensive pity, like I'm a puppy on his way to get euthanized. I gave her a hug and finally, FINALLY pass out sometime around 9:30AM.
I wake up screaming. It's the street all over again. No no this is different. I'm not psychotically laughing and this isn't a scream as much as a whimper. Oh my god this feels worse than the hospital. I can feel it throb up to my knee. I'm fucking whimpering like a bitch when this group of girls that I'm friends call and ask about last night. I'm trying to not sound like a bitch but I can't help it. She says to calm down and that they are all coming over. Minutes after another good friend who's a girl call's me for bud. I'm like struggling to talk and trying to explain to her what happened. She says she's coming over. Then I call another good friend who's a girl and try to explain the night, she stops me 20 seconds in and says she's coming over.
There was glass all over my floor still and moving my foot even a twitch was excruciating. I tried to hobble out of bed to inspect the damage with clear eyes but my foot would send this wince that would just drop me and I'd moan like a bitch.
The girls arrive, 7 of them total. How I swung this? It's beyond me.. I'm trying to hobble around and talk to them and help them and they just keep telling me to sit down. Some are vacuuming glass. Others scrubbing blood from the carpet. The house reaks of tobacco, weed, blood, and beer. The girls clean like professionals for about an hour... 2bcont
submitted by nobraincellsleft