In single-player mode, Strikers 1945 Plus is one of the most strategic shooters I have ever played a feature that is sorely needed in the genre. For two hours afterwards, my right arm shook like it had a Ritalin injection. Better start training that forearm, because you will be tapping shoot the whole way through. You can hold down the fire button, but then supershots are used as soon as they charge, whether you need it or not. I would have preferred a third button for supershots though. As you shoot your machine guns, you build up a reserve of supershots, to be released at your discretion by holding down the shoot button. The standard machine gun attack can be upgraded to multiple streams of fire via floating power-ups, and special attacks call in air support that acts as both a shield and additional firepower. The controls consist of a joystick and two buttons: one for shooting/supershots and one for special attacks (a.k.a. It is an old formula, but one which Psikyo has managed to keep relevant. From a bird’s-eye view, you pilot your craft around the screen, shooting and dodging the approaching enemies. I’ll take an action-packed shooter over a technologically inspiring one any day, and thankfully Psikyo opted for the traditional route. Somewhere along the line it seems most developers became too enthralled with their polygonal abilities and left the gameplay crying in the dust. Strikers 1945 Plus resides in the roots of two-dimensional, 16-bit style simplicity. It’s about preservation of your pride, life, and your precious quarters. It’s just you and your little plane against an entire army. There are no helpless survivors looking to the skies for a hero, no distress signals from dying space stations, or genocidal motherships. For once it is a relief to not take the role of humanity’s last hope against an alien invasion. It seems to be set in an alternate WWII timeline in which the Germans are in the midst of developing some monstrous weapons, and you need to destroy them. Strikers 1945 Plus is the cure for my neglected fingers. No advanced spacecraft, heat-seeking lasers, or physics defying maneuvers. It seems my salvation has come, and it appeared as a simple airplane. I felt destined to be counted among the lost that vast pool of estranged old-schoolers, disenchanted by style-over-substance shooters, and forever reminiscing about Konami codes and R-Type machines at the mall. Over the past few years there has been a void in my gamer soul where the shooters used to be. "Over the past few years there has been a void in my gamer soul where the shooters used to be.
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