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Review: Travis Strikes Again: No More Heroes

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ā€œNo more heroes,ā€ Travis Touchdown says to himself sitting at a bare wood table in a dark room and quietly wrestling with his absurd, broken, pyrotechnic life. The assassin ā€” last seen working odd jobs, collecting pervy dolls, and slicing up violent anime freaks almost 10 years ago in Nintendo Wiiā€™s No More Heroes 2: Desperate Struggle ā€” has just killed his childhood hero, the star of a fictional 8-bit video game. He didnā€™t want to do it. But when Travis gets sucked into a cursed video game console at the beginning of Travis Strikes Again: No More Heroes, he has no choice but to hack his way through the game, lightsaber akimbo as he bonks skull-headed dudes in motion capture suits. That is how video games work: you play to the end given the conditions baked into the code, or you just stop playing.

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Where Travisā€™ old adventures were sardonic, joyously cynical commentaries on why people choose to keep playing games like this, Travis Strikes Again is reflective and inquisitive. Grasshopper Manufactureā€™s debut Switch game asks why make video games at all, especially when you risk hating your own creation.

Travis Strikes Again explores and answers that question over the course of its eight-hour playtime, albeit in such an idiosyncratic manner that anyone without an intimate, almost obsessive familiarity with director Suda51ā€™s complete oeuvre will find it incomprehensible. Delightfully daffy, pleasantly distracting, and very funny, but still incomprehensible. For those that can parse it, though, Travis Strikes Again is a strikingly personal statement as affecting as it is oblique. That a massive company like Nintendo agreed to distribute it at all is mystifying: this is an action game that reads like a personal diary chronicling the end of a bad year, every page filled with a mix of confessions and exhaustively laid out collage.

Travis, a video game character, muttering the name of his own series while talking about having to kill, and thus replace, the sort of video game character that inspired his creation is just the tip of the metatextual iceberg. For anyone that breaks out in hives when they even read the prefix ā€œmeta,ā€ rest assured. There is a straightforward, linear game to play through here and itā€™s fun, if repetitive.

This is an action game that reads like a personal diary chronicling the end of a bad year, every page filled with a mix of confessions and exhaustively laid out collage.

Travis and Badman ā€” the vengeful dad of an old No More Heroes character who can be used as a co-op partner in one of the gameā€™s seven action stages ā€” must track down the Death Balls, the only games ever made for the mythological Death Drive Mark 2 game console created by Dr. Juvenile. Play through a Death Ball game like the PlayStation adventure game-inspired Coffee and Doughnuts, and youā€™re returned to Travisā€™ trailer park home in the ā€œreal world.ā€ Then you have to read through another chapter of Travis Strikes Back, a mock text adventure styled like a classic, green-and-black DOS game from the mid-1980s, to retrieve the next Death Ball.

Each Death Ball slightly tweaks its presentation. Coffee and Doughnuts has more platforming where Life Is Destroy involves light puzzle solving where you have to rearrange suburban blocks on a grid to clear a path to a serial killer-infested mansion. The changes are largely cosmetic, though. Whatever game youā€™re playing and regardless of whether youā€™re playing as Travis or Badman, youā€™re spending the bulk of your time cutting up simple enemies with light and heavy strikes, and doling out extra harshness with special moves you unlock by finding little game cartridges in the stages. (Every time you find one, a little Travis drawn like Link from the original The Legend of Zelda pops into the corner and holds it over his head.)

Fights are enervating, especially by the end when Travis Strikes Again is drowning you in enemy waves so thick that the screen starts to look like a particularly acidic Magic Eye painting. They can also feel tedious. Strategy is limited, and while there are plenty of special move options, thereā€™s little incentive to experiment once youā€™ve found an effective combination. Pound through the enemies, fight a boss, read a text adventure chapter, do it again. Travis Strikes Again does not forget that almost all successful games rely on a loop to keep people playing.

But that loop only makes up part of the overall experience, and even the more tedious aspects of the game seem purposeful in light of the rest of it. Travis Strikes Again is about both video games generally and Suda51ā€™s own directorial efforts. On the surface, the tide of references to other games feel like shallow, celebratory fun (or possibly commercial cynicism.) Collecting coins in stages lets you buy dozens of t-shirts for Travis, all of which are emblazoned with logos for real world indie games. Travis comments regularly on the quality of Unreal Engine 4 and even wears clothes covered with its logo. But what first seems like meme-baiting fan service deepens as the gameā€™s story unfurls. Travis repeatedly runs into the characters from Suda51ā€™s previous games and their conversations veer into hesitant, thoughtful territory about what games are even supposed to be. ā€œWhat, you worried about our meta score?ā€ Travis asks another character in a text adventure sequence after they complain that there hasnā€™t been any action in a while. ā€œIf thatā€™s how you feel then I quit!ā€

Travis has always been a surrogate for Suda51 himself. They dress the same and obsess over the same parts of popular culture (wrestling, anime, and, naturally, video games); itā€™s no coincidence that the figure at the center of the Grasshopper Manufacture logo morphs into Travis as the game begins. Travisā€™ adventure mirrors Grasshopperā€™s journey as a business, from diehard indie to corporate subsidiary and possibly back to true indie again, starting with Death Balls aping relics from the industryā€™s early heyday, up to AAA blockbusters (in an especially surprising turn), and back to small games adhering to the studioā€™s old ā€œPunkā€™s Not Deadā€ credo.

By making that self-exploration the centerpiece of Travis Strikes Again, Suda51 has produced his most gripping, visually arresting work since Killer7 on GameCube. The fundamental action might be the same in every Death Ball you collect, but every one is preceded by totally unique art. Coffee and Doughnuts starts with a bombastic CG animation sequence right out of 1995, its inhuman figures helping to recontextualize the samey action that follows. Life Is Destroy opens with a live action short; Electric Thunder Tiger II kicks off with an NES splash screen so colorfully authentic you can practically see the Geocities fan page that would have been devoted to it 15 years ago. Every new game also unlocks painstakingly designed articles about them from imaginary game magazines.

Travis Strikes Againā€™s nature takes full form when Travis himself starts commenting on Grasshopperā€™s commercial failures and struggles with other game publishers ā€” this commentary is explicit, not implicit ā€” and running into characters from games by other developers he inspired. This is the work of an artist who made his passion into his job and is trying to fall in love with his medium all over again. Getting your groove back as a creator is hard enough to do in private, but turning the struggle into a commercial product is an almost impossible proposition. Suda51 could have turned in a game that was just a greatest hits compilation, a niche effort for fans to chew on while they waited for a proper original. Instead he tried to exorcise his personal demons by letting players slay them for entertainment. Travis Strikes Again: No More Heroes doesnā€™t invite you in. If youā€™re unfamiliar with the huge swatch of game history, Grasshopperā€™s catalog, or even games industry business gossip referenced within, this will come off as a less entertaining surrealist action game overshadowed by Suda51ā€™s old work like Killer7 or even No More Heroes. Anyone that can actually speak the language of this game will be richly rewarded by the promise that there may, in fact, still be heroes out there.

This game was reviewed on Nintendo Switch using code provided by the publisher.


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Anthony John Agnello
Anthony John Agnello has worked full-time as a journalist and critic for over a decade with outlets like The A.V. Club, Edge Magazine, Joystiq, Engadget, and many, many others. Anthony first contributed to The Escapist in 2009, with In Defense of the Friend Code, an article about how we don't know where we're going if we don't know where we come from. How even what seems like the stupidest creation in the world comes from a human place; it's the work of one person reaching out to another.