When you've fired enough lead and your prey finally slumps to the ground, he or she usually crawls around or claws across the ground groaning in agony, uttering pathetic phrases like "Kill me now!" and "I can't breathe! I can't see anything!" All the while, Postal Dude fires off action-hero one-liners like "Aw, did that hurt?" and "Going. As anyone can see, this is most certainly not a game for the kiddies.Įach time a round hits your intended target, a brilliant jet of crimson gore splashes to the ground. The earth is also thirsty." lead one to believe that something's not quite right in Postal Dude's noggin. You do get tiny glimpses into the elaborate scenario through the entries from Postal Dude's diary, which are displayed between levels. The rest of the back story will be explained, according to Ripcord Games, in an upcoming Guide to Going Postal. The question of whether it's Postal Dude who's crazy or everyone else is even debatable right up until the mind-twisting finale. Unfortunately, about all you'll be able to decipher for certain is that you must kill everyone. While uncomplicated in terms of action, Postal does have quite an involved plot. There are no magic power-ups, no special abilities - just you, your arsenal, and the occasional Kevlar vest or first-aid kit.
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Men, women, children - it doesn't matter if they're shooting at you or not, fill 'em full of lead! The goal in each of the 16 levels is to off a given percentage of the "hostiles" (that is, cops, soldiers with missile launchers, rednecks with huntin' rifles, etc.) without getting killed yourself. Moving from one surreal landscape to the next, you must make use of the twelve weapons at your disposal in order to dispatch anything with a pulse. The game gets under way with Postal Dude standing outside his home, unable to get inside but armed to the teeth nevertheless. He figures that everyone in town has been infected with something that makes them all psychopathic killers. Even Carmageddon isn't quite in its league of violence.Īfter coming home from work to find his house repossessed, the player-character, affectionately known as Postal Dude, decides that everyone is out to get him and goes. The teenage hijinks of the much-denounced Night Trap are nothing compared to the all-out psychopathic killing spree of Postal. Mortal Kombat can't touch its hemoglobin content. The game that will make the entire Christian Coalition explode in an immense mushroom cloud of religious fervor is finally here.