A long time ago at a developers far, far away (unless you live in the UK in which case they were just a bit far away) The Pickford Brothers, Ste and John came up with an idea for an arcade game called "Fleapit" and it starred a very typically British character. One could throw away his limbs and then have them drift back to him. He was called Plok, or to give him his full title Plok the exploding man.
Like all good ideas people were skeptical at first.
"A character who throws his limbs about the place? You mad men!" people would cry out. Or at least they would have if anyone had been bothering to take any notice.
Look at him though! How could you not give this a game?
It didn't help matters that the Fleapit arcade game never actually made it to a finished state. It seemed like our exploding hero would never have his day in the sun, or violently throw an arm into someone's face.
However like a parasite that burrows under your skin before bursting out and showering all and sundry with it's horrible infection, the idea of Plok the exploding man wouldn't go away. It was too good for it's own good.
Then a chance came about. The once in a lifetime chance that only truly ugly people being offered sex from super models can fully appreciate. The Pickford brothers had a chance to make that pesky Plok game that had been bothering them.
So Plok! on the SNES was born and it's lush grpahics, engrossing gameplay and bowel shatteringly great music exploded onto our screens. The exploding man had arrived with a big bang. He may not have sold in the millions but he won over those who got the chance to play with his flying limbs.
But he has been away now for twenty years. Two decades of being Plokless in what should be a Plok filled world. Yet there is a glimmer of almost orgasmic hope on the horizon. You see the Pickford brothers may not be done with him just yet..
http://www.zee-3.com/plok/
The boys want to test the waters to see if people want a new Plok game. So neogaf it's time to jump into those waters, splash about quite a bit, then climb back out and shout to the world
"Hmm yes I think we'll have some of that lovely water"
Let the chaps know you want it!
Oh and posting bit's of the music as replies is a necessity of course.
Like all good ideas people were skeptical at first.
"A character who throws his limbs about the place? You mad men!" people would cry out. Or at least they would have if anyone had been bothering to take any notice.
Look at him though! How could you not give this a game?
It didn't help matters that the Fleapit arcade game never actually made it to a finished state. It seemed like our exploding hero would never have his day in the sun, or violently throw an arm into someone's face.
However like a parasite that burrows under your skin before bursting out and showering all and sundry with it's horrible infection, the idea of Plok the exploding man wouldn't go away. It was too good for it's own good.
Then a chance came about. The once in a lifetime chance that only truly ugly people being offered sex from super models can fully appreciate. The Pickford brothers had a chance to make that pesky Plok game that had been bothering them.
So Plok! on the SNES was born and it's lush grpahics, engrossing gameplay and bowel shatteringly great music exploded onto our screens. The exploding man had arrived with a big bang. He may not have sold in the millions but he won over those who got the chance to play with his flying limbs.
But he has been away now for twenty years. Two decades of being Plokless in what should be a Plok filled world. Yet there is a glimmer of almost orgasmic hope on the horizon. You see the Pickford brothers may not be done with him just yet..
http://www.zee-3.com/plok/
The boys want to test the waters to see if people want a new Plok game. So neogaf it's time to jump into those waters, splash about quite a bit, then climb back out and shout to the world
"Hmm yes I think we'll have some of that lovely water"
Let the chaps know you want it!
Oh and posting bit's of the music as replies is a necessity of course.
