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[nial]

Might as well make a thread about the better announcement. Input delay is likely going to be an issue, but it's pretty nice to see it being preserved, regardless.

 

[Deft Beck]

Might as well make a thread about the better announcement. Input delay is likely going to be an issue, but it's pretty nice to see it being preserved, regardless.

Never mind input delay. The game mechanics center around analog precision for the trace line. It's very easy to drop an input if your sticks drift.

Back on the PS2, only OEM controllers worked well with the game because cheap ones couldn't do full, precise analog input in all directions.

 

[Dacvak]

I've got a fun little story about this game. This game made me rage harder than any game ever made.

First off, I don't not have a history of getting angry and crashing out at video games. Sure, I've gotten a bit heated and frustrated before, but I'm not gonna throw a controller or crash out or anything.

Well, back in the early 2000s, I was working at a GameStop, and I saw we got a game called Gitaroo Man in. It was only like $20, so I decided to buy it and give it a try since I generally like rhythm games.

Well, the game immediately hooked me. It was creative, an interesting take on the rhythm genre, and had an absolutely BANGIN soundtrack. I played and played endless for a few days. Even though I found the game pretty tough, I loved it.

I made my way through almost the entire game, but then I got to the final stage where you battle the main villain, and to say I hit a wall would be putting it mildly.

This fucking stage, called Resurrection, absolutely DESTROYED me. I couldn't even make it 20% into the song before failing. I tried and tried and I played that song over and over, but I could only barely improve, even after hours of attempts.

But I wasn't going to let this asshole of a song take me down. I played all night. I played deep into the night, even though I had school the next day. All to no avail. I still didn't make it halfway through that fucking song.

The next day rolls around. It's all I can think about. I'm GOING to take this game down. The moment I get home from school, I sit down, lock in, and start grinding.

But I get NOWHERE.

This shit is becoming personal at this point, and I'm hitting huge levels of frustration. I had never encountered a game I couldn't beat, let alone a freaking rhythm game.

Another day, and another day, and ANOTHER day roll by, endlessly hearing the same song hundreds of times, and failing every single time. The closer I get to the end, the further away it feels, and the angrier I become.

I finally hit a snapping point.

I make it about 80% of the way through the song, and fail, and I just lose my cool. For the first time, I throw my controller across the room, yanking my PS2 off of the TV stand.

I sat there in silence, wondering what the hell I had just done. But then I quickly picked up my console and controller, and both were luckily fine. PHEW. I vowed to never get that angry again, and packed it in for the night.

But the very next night, I got back to the grind. I couldn't let that asshole of a song best me. One hour in, I'm already heating up. Two hours. Four. Six hours of GRINDING at this song, and I am in full fury mode. But instead of "throwing" my controller, when I feel myself get too mad, I simply "drop it", albeit with a bit of force.

Until one attempt. I get farther than I've ever gotten before, and I feel like I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. I make it past a notorious part of the song that had bested me dozens of times before. And then…

FAILED.

It happened instantly and without hesitation. I SLAMMED my PS2 controller on the floor, splitting the controller open at its seams, breaking off a huge chunk of the handle, and rendering it unusable. I broke the controller using all of the hatred in my heart.

Now you may think that's the end of the story, but this is actually all just leading up to what happened next. And if you think this post is frustratingly long with little payoff, now you understand a minuscule fraction of what I felt.

So, I took a break from the game. I took a week off until I could afford a new controller. I bought a new controller, I had calmed myself down during the week, and I promised myself I would never do that again. But I still, obviously, needed to beat this game.

And so, a week later and with a brand new PS2 controller, I started the disc back up. While my first handful of attempts didn't go well, I at least kept my cool. But, soon enough, I could feel the frustration building inside of me. Frustration turned to anger. Anger turned to rage. Rage turned to hatred. But I did not throw that controller.

Seething to the point of almost foaming at the mouth with every repeated try, and every inevitable failure, every fiber of my being wanted to throw that fucking controller. But I didn't.

Instead, I just started squeezing it. Like the way you might clench your teeth if you get super angry, I put my full grip strength into that controller every time I lost. It was getting to the point where my hands were shaking and turning white, I was squeezing so hard. You truly can not imagine the amount of rage I had stored up at this point.

But then it happened. I took a breath, restarted the song, and locked in. I was feeling it. I had nailed sections I usually flubbed. I had more health than I had ever had at the midpoint. And I had even made it past the notorious "fuck you" section that had bested me literally hundreds of times before. I was going to do it. I was almost there. Fuck you, game, you're FINALLY going down.

15 seconds of the song left… then 10 seconds… I'm hanging on by a thread, but I see the final notes of the song appear, something I had never witnessed before. This was it. The days and dozens of hours I had spent on this one single song would finally all be worth it. Only a few more notes left… 3 notes, 2 notes…. and…

I DIED ON THE VERY LAST FUCKING NOTE. The FINAL input.

I instantly felt a frigid wave overcome my whole body, immediately followed by an intense heat. Like an IcyHot pack in fast-forward. The unbridled wrath I felt caused my vision to blur, and my hair to stand on end. In an effort to not freak out and throw the controller, I squeezed it with a bone-crushing grip that turned my knuckles translucent. But it wasn't enough. The collective and suppressed rage finally broke me, but true to my word, I would NOT throw that controller.

No. I didn't throw it. Instead, in a sudden and involuntary convulsion, I SLAMMED the controller into my FACE. I yanked that controller so hard directly into my forehead, and immediately heard a distinct SNAP, followed by a truly absurd amount of pain. After sitting stunned for a few seconds, I looked down, to realize I managed to break BOTH analog sticks into the controller itself.

There they loosely dangled. A flaccid and embarrassing representation of my lack of anger management and impulse control. I had broken controller number two using my god damn face.

The worst part is that I showed up for school the next day with two perfectly circular bruises smack-dab in the middle of my forehead.

Eventually I did defeat that song, and the whole game. But not nearly as much as it had defeated me.

9/10 game.

Tl;dr: I raged out at this game and broke a controller on my face.

 

[falconhoof]

 

[thicc_girls_are_teh_best]

I've got a fun little story about this game. This game made me rage harder than any game ever made.

First off, I don't not have a history of getting angry and crashing out at video games. Sure, I've gotten a bit heated and frustrated before, but I'm not gonna throw a controller or crash out or anything.

Well, back in the early 2000s, I was working at a GameStop, and I saw we got a game called Gitaroo Man in. It was only like $20, so I decided to buy it and give it a try since I generally like rhythm games.

Well, the game immediately hooked me. It was creative, an interesting take on the rhythm genre, and had an absolutely BANGIN soundtrack. I played and played endless for a few days. Even though I found the game pretty tough, I loved it.

I made my way through almost the entire game, but then I got to the final stage where you battle the main villain, and to say I hit a wall would be putting it mildly.

This fucking stage, called Resurrection, absolutely DESTROYED me. I couldn't even make it 20% into the song before failing. I tried and tried and I played that song over and over, but I could only barely improve, even after hours of attempts.

But I wasn't going to let this asshole of a song take me down. I played all night. I played deep into the night, even though I had school the next day. All to no avail. I still didn't make it halfway through that fucking song.

The next day rolls around. It's all I can think about. I'm GOING to take this game down. The moment I get home from school, I sit down, lock in, and start grinding.

But I get NOWHERE.

This shit is becoming personal at this point, and I'm hitting huge levels of frustration. I had never encountered a game I couldn't beat, let alone a freaking rhythm game.

Another day, and another day, and ANOTHER day roll by, endlessly hearing the same song hundreds of times, and failing every single time. The closer I get to the end, the further away it feels, and the angrier I become.

I finally hit a snapping point.

I make it about 80% of the way through the song, and fail, and I just lose my cool. For the first time, I throw my controller across the room, yanking my PS2 off of the TV stand.

I sat there in silence, wondering what the hell I had just done. But then I quickly picked up my console and controller, and both were luckily fine. PHEW. I vowed to never get that angry again, and packed it in for the night.

But the very next night, I got back to the grind. I couldn't let that asshole of a song best me. One hour in, I'm already heating up. Two hours. Four. Six hours of GRINDING at this song, and I am in full fury mode. But instead of "throwing" my controller, when I feel myself get too mad, I simply "drop it", albeit with a bit of force.

Until one attempt. I get farther than I've ever gotten before, and I feel like I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. I make it past a notorious part of the song that had bested me dozens of times before. And then…

FAILED.

It happened instantly and without hesitation. I SLAMMED my PS2 controller on the floor, splitting the controller open at its seams, breaking off a huge chunk of the handle, and rendering it unusable. I broke the controller using all of the hatred in my heart.

Now you may think that's the end of the story, but this is actually all just leading up to what happened next. And if you think this post is frustratingly long with little payoff, now you understand a minuscule fraction of what I felt.

So, I took a break from the game. I took a week off until I could afford a new controller. I bought a new controller, I had calmed myself down during the week, and I promised myself I would never do that again. But I still, obviously, needed to beat this game.

And so, a week later and with a brand new PS2 controller, I started the disc back up. While my first handful of attempts didn't go well, I at least kept my cool. But, soon enough, I could feel the frustration building inside of me. Frustration turned to anger. Anger turned to rage. Rage turned to hatred. But I did not throw that controller.

Seething to the point of almost foaming at the mouth with every repeated try, and every inevitable failure, every fiber of my being wanted to throw that fucking controller. But I didn't.

Instead, I just started squeezing it. Like the way you might clench your teeth if you get super angry, I put my full grip strength into that controller every time I lost. It was getting to the point where my hands were shaking and turning white, I was squeezing so hard. You truly can not imagine the amount of rage I had stored up at this point.

But then it happened. I took a breath, restarted the song, and locked in. I was feeling it. I had nailed sections I usually flubbed. I had more health than I had ever had at the midpoint. And I had even made it past the notorious "fuck you" section that had bested me literally hundreds of times before. I was going to do it. I was almost there. Fuck you, game, you're FINALLY going down.

15 seconds of the song left… then 10 seconds… I'm hanging on by a thread, but I see the final notes of the song appear, something I had never witnessed before. This was it. The days and dozens of hours I had spent on this one single song would finally all be worth it. Only a few more notes left… 3 notes, 2 notes…. and…

I DIED ON THE VERY LAST FUCKING NOTE. The FINAL input.

I instantly felt a frigid wave overcome my whole body, immediately followed by an intense heat. Like an IcyHot pack in fast-forward. The unbridled wrath I felt caused my vision to blur, and my hair to stand on end. In an effort to not freak out and throw the controller, I squeezed it with a bone-crushing grip that turned my knuckles translucent. But it wasn't enough. The collective and suppressed rage finally broke me, but true to my word, I would NOT throw that controller.

No. I didn't throw it. Instead, in a sudden and involuntary convulsion, I SLAMMED the controller into my FACE. I yanked that controller so hard directly into my forehead, and immediately heard a distinct SNAP, followed by a truly absurd amount of pain. After sitting stunned for a few seconds, I looked down, to realize I managed to break BOTH analog sticks into the controller itself.

There they loosely dangled. A flaccid and embarrassing representation of my lack of anger management and impulse control. I had broken controller number two using my god damn face.

The worst part is that I showed up for school the next day with two perfectly circular bruises smack-dab in the middle of my forehead.

Eventually I did defeat that song, and the whole game. But not nearly as much as it had defeated me.

9/10 game.

Tl;dr: I raged out at this game and broke a controller on my face.

Dude, that was pretty metal.

 

[EviLore]

I've got a fun little story about this game. This game made me rage harder than any game ever made.

First off, I don't not have a history of getting angry and crashing out at video games. Sure, I've gotten a bit heated and frustrated before, but I'm not gonna throw a controller or crash out or anything.

Well, back in the early 2000s, I was working at a GameStop, and I saw we got a game called Gitaroo Man in. It was only like $20, so I decided to buy it and give it a try since I generally like rhythm games.

Well, the game immediately hooked me. It was creative, an interesting take on the rhythm genre, and had an absolutely BANGIN soundtrack. I played and played endless for a few days. Even though I found the game pretty tough, I loved it.

I made my way through almost the entire game, but then I got to the final stage where you battle the main villain, and to say I hit a wall would be putting it mildly.

This fucking stage, called Resurrection, absolutely DESTROYED me. I couldn't even make it 20% into the song before failing. I tried and tried and I played that song over and over, but I could only barely improve, even after hours of attempts.

But I wasn't going to let this asshole of a song take me down. I played all night. I played deep into the night, even though I had school the next day. All to no avail. I still didn't make it halfway through that fucking song.

The next day rolls around. It's all I can think about. I'm GOING to take this game down. The moment I get home from school, I sit down, lock in, and start grinding.

But I get NOWHERE.

This shit is becoming personal at this point, and I'm hitting huge levels of frustration. I had never encountered a game I couldn't beat, let alone a freaking rhythm game.

Another day, and another day, and ANOTHER day roll by, endlessly hearing the same song hundreds of times, and failing every single time. The closer I get to the end, the further away it feels, and the angrier I become.

I finally hit a snapping point.

I make it about 80% of the way through the song, and fail, and I just lose my cool. For the first time, I throw my controller across the room, yanking my PS2 off of the TV stand.

I sat there in silence, wondering what the hell I had just done. But then I quickly picked up my console and controller, and both were luckily fine. PHEW. I vowed to never get that angry again, and packed it in for the night.

But the very next night, I got back to the grind. I couldn't let that asshole of a song best me. One hour in, I'm already heating up. Two hours. Four. Six hours of GRINDING at this song, and I am in full fury mode. But instead of "throwing" my controller, when I feel myself get too mad, I simply "drop it", albeit with a bit of force.

Until one attempt. I get farther than I've ever gotten before, and I feel like I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. I make it past a notorious part of the song that had bested me dozens of times before. And then…

FAILED.

It happened instantly and without hesitation. I SLAMMED my PS2 controller on the floor, splitting the controller open at its seams, breaking off a huge chunk of the handle, and rendering it unusable. I broke the controller using all of the hatred in my heart.

Now you may think that's the end of the story, but this is actually all just leading up to what happened next. And if you think this post is frustratingly long with little payoff, now you understand a minuscule fraction of what I felt.

So, I took a break from the game. I took a week off until I could afford a new controller. I bought a new controller, I had calmed myself down during the week, and I promised myself I would never do that again. But I still, obviously, needed to beat this game.

And so, a week later and with a brand new PS2 controller, I started the disc back up. While my first handful of attempts didn't go well, I at least kept my cool. But, soon enough, I could feel the frustration building inside of me. Frustration turned to anger. Anger turned to rage. Rage turned to hatred. But I did not throw that controller.

Seething to the point of almost foaming at the mouth with every repeated try, and every inevitable failure, every fiber of my being wanted to throw that fucking controller. But I didn't.

Instead, I just started squeezing it. Like the way you might clench your teeth if you get super angry, I put my full grip strength into that controller every time I lost. It was getting to the point where my hands were shaking and turning white, I was squeezing so hard. You truly can not imagine the amount of rage I had stored up at this point.

But then it happened. I took a breath, restarted the song, and locked in. I was feeling it. I had nailed sections I usually flubbed. I had more health than I had ever had at the midpoint. And I had even made it past the notorious "fuck you" section that had bested me literally hundreds of times before. I was going to do it. I was almost there. Fuck you, game, you're FINALLY going down.

15 seconds of the song left… then 10 seconds… I'm hanging on by a thread, but I see the final notes of the song appear, something I had never witnessed before. This was it. The days and dozens of hours I had spent on this one single song would finally all be worth it. Only a few more notes left… 3 notes, 2 notes…. and…

I DIED ON THE VERY LAST FUCKING NOTE. The FINAL input.

I instantly felt a frigid wave overcome my whole body, immediately followed by an intense heat. Like an IcyHot pack in fast-forward. The unbridled wrath I felt caused my vision to blur, and my hair to stand on end. In an effort to not freak out and throw the controller, I squeezed it with a bone-crushing grip that turned my knuckles translucent. But it wasn't enough. The collective and suppressed rage finally broke me, but true to my word, I would NOT throw that controller.

No. I didn't throw it. Instead, in a sudden and involuntary convulsion, I SLAMMED the controller into my FACE. I yanked that controller so hard directly into my forehead, and immediately heard a distinct SNAP, followed by a truly absurd amount of pain. After sitting stunned for a few seconds, I looked down, to realize I managed to break BOTH analog sticks into the controller itself.

There they loosely dangled. A flaccid and embarrassing representation of my lack of anger management and impulse control. I had broken controller number two using my god damn face.

The worst part is that I showed up for school the next day with two perfectly circular bruises smack-dab in the middle of my forehead.

Eventually I did defeat that song, and the whole game. But not nearly as much as it had defeated me.

9/10 game.

Tl;dr: I raged out at this game and broke a controller on my face.

Yeah, it's a pretty tough game. I finished it too but completion rate must be low.

 

[Dacvak]

Yeah, it's a pretty tough game. I finished it too but completion rate must be low.

Imagine my face after finally beating it and then unlocking "Master Mode"

 

[Neff]

I only ever had this on PSP but the soundtrack was killer, listened to it over and over

Will definitely buy

 

[Robbit_80]

Had this game back in the day (still own it in fact) and it was brutal but fun. I completed it on normal mode but couldn't beat the last song on hard mode it was crazy. I daresay the input lag this release introduces will make it nearly impossible.

 

[struggler_guts]

THE BEST RHYTHM GAME OF ALL TIME

 

[Gitaroo]

Im back baby!

 

[Radical_3d]

Give me full PS1-3 emulation, Sony, you jawless fucks!! I already have the games of those generations I want to play. I don't want to subscribe to your shitty services, Nishino.

 

[A.Romero]

Played it on PSP quite a few years ago and enjoyed it a lot despite the PSP being as uncomfortable as it was.

I wish they did a physical re release.

 

[MudoSkills]

Excellent. Will wait for impressions to see if lag is an issue, but if not I'm absolutely getting this.