![]() ![]() While there are normal weapons, like revolvers or machine guns, you will find more unique ones, like the cow's head which spreads diseases to anyone who comes near it. The weapons you get to slug around while doing all this contain a few pearls among them. While all the early stages of the game would produce a shriek of panic from the civilian, perhaps a bit of vomiting too, as the game passes, that same passer-by might take a shotgun out of their jacket and fill you with buckshot before returning the urinating favour. You might, in some primitive way find it funny to take a piss from a bridge on an innocent pedestrian's head. You might find that the town's people are much more aggressive towards you on Thursday then they were on Monday, for instance. The game is designed so that it’s played throughout a five day span, from Monday to Friday and every fresh day has something new to catch Postal Dude’s eye. The fun part is that things change the further you are in. The mall for instance, the library or perhaps the local crack house if that is your forte. You’ll find many places of interest which you might have fun exploring. What’s worth mentioning is that Postal 2 has a wide amount of freedom to it and it will take quite some time to explore all of Paradise which is separated into suburbs, some of which are closed until the game's plot decides it’s time to open them. You do that by urinating on his tombstone. These missions vary from «Normal» - collect your pay cheque, buy stuff at the general store to «Abnormal» - more colourful objectives like going to the graveyard to pay respects to your dear departed father. You could play it nice and try to fulfil the missions given to you (and will have to at some point if you want to finish the game). Instantly, you can start your happy butchering of the town's people, snapping their heads clean off with a well placed shovel blow while painting the town red. Here is where the introduction ends and the real game actually starts and you take over, governing Postal Dude's actions. No more putting up with everything without a comment it was time to take things into his own hands. Just like the fuse in his car, so did a fuse in his mind finally break. Today was payday, so he had something to look forward to, right? Kissing his wife goodbye, and hearing her beautiful words informing him that he better not return without the money, the man entered his automobile and turned the key in the ignition.Īnd this is where everything turns around, where everything changes for Postal Dude. So, the man got ready for work, ready to toil at a meaningless job for a minimum wage. He got up, enjoyed the intoxicating scent of his own faeces spreading all over his comfortable trailer due to the faulty air conditioning unit, and thrived upon being called a worthless S.O.B by his enchanting wife (who imaginatively, is called “Postal Dude’s Bitch”). That Monday was just like all the other Mondays for Postal Dude. Allowing her to take her frustrations out on him, to call him a failure every single day of their life together, working a crappy job at a crappy company, having nobody that cared about him. With a name as complex as that, just imagine what the rest of his life is like.īut the days passed silently and Postal Dude was happily living in relative obscurity in a trailer park with his missus, nonchalantly allowing her to treat him like crap. ![]()
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