Hey ho! Another day,
another Op Wolf clone. Yep,
this one takes me back - all
the way back to last month
and LA Police Department actually.
Aargh! I want something different, I want to load a
game up that makes me gurgle with delight! I want to
be knocked backwards by a game's sheer cleverness
and originality! What I don't want is another
aim-the-cursor shoot-'em-up. But beggars can't be choosers,
so here I am with
Sharkey's Moll. Hey ho (I know I've
said it before but, heck, that's how I feel!).
As you've probably gathered,
Sharkey's Moll is a
monochrome, horizontally-scrolling,
blast-'em-to-smithereens kind of a
game. There are six levels which take
you through downtown Chicago, the
home of bathtub gin, speakeasies and
gatling guns. Unsurprisingly, the city's
running alive with gangsters and illegal
booze - even the most innocent looking building
could hide a private club complete with leggy
dancers, jazz bands and quite a few chaps with violin
cases. Obviously it needs a good spring clean and, as
sure as eggs is eggs, you're the man with the feather
duster (so to speak).
You're Lt Sharkey, the government's main man in
Chicago, and you're just in time for a little rendezvous
with the city's underworld boss, the enigmatically
named Rubbers Malone. To get to his warehouse
hideaway you've got to race through six (extremely
similar) levels, shooting gangsters and avoiding
informers, innocents and molotov cocktails. There are
the usual pick-ups littered about the place, including
machine guns which give you very odd spurts of fire -
one moment you're blasting away quite happily and
the next your cursor's all over the place leaving
behind a trail of bullet holes and carnage. It's quite
good actually.
What's there in
Sharkey's Moll is quite playable,
it's just that there's not much to it, and it's certainly
nothing new or exciting. It's also one of those really
annoying games in which you suddenly die for no
apparent reason. You didn't run out of ammo or
molotovs and it certainly
looked like there was a bit of
blood left pumping round the old arteries. Hey ho!
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