Hot on the heels of Suds comes the sequel, entitled, oddly enough, American Suds.
Buffs of Dynasty, Dallas, Hill Street Blues and the rest, will find
all their favourite characters, albeit in a slightly disguised form.
Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty. This must be the
spoof to out-spoof all spoofs.
Your begin this four-part adventure on the concourse of a major British
airport and soon realise that you are reliving part of Mel Brookes' hilarious
Airplane. An airline pilot wanders by, muttering "My name is not Shirley".
Once you have mustered a variety of artifacts, discovered the amusing password
to the computer and collected your boarding pass you can begin the adventure in
earnest. Providing, of course, that you survive the customs.
Once aboard the aircraft you may wish you had never bothered, as the gags come
thick and fast. The humour is sick at its worst and at times outrageous. A tube
of rubber solution, a spanner and a silk sheet and all you need to leave this
flying death-trap, but it will take some experimentation and head-scratching to
work out how to escape.
You must sign a contract in blood and step back in fashion if you wish to
progress to part two and star alongside J. R. (Just Revolting) in the new series
of Dullus.
In the remainder of this laughalong type-in you will meet Captain Gorilla of
the Kill Street precinct and discover that smoking really is good for you.
I found getting into the shed to be the most perplexing problem of the entire game.
I eventually became enlightened to the fact that a nihilist approach to
examination was most rewarding.
The funniest sketch has to be that involving the mice and the Pie Wiper of Hamelin,
but I'll leave you to unearth the true humour for yourself. My one and only
criticism is that the adventure was written using The Quill. All the usual
limitations of parser input and room description apply here, as they do in other
Quilled games. However, the adventure succeeds on every other score and will keep
you in stitches for many hours.
Author David Edwards is fast becoming the unchallenged master of this genre of
text adventures. I rate American Suds as more polished and funnier than anything
from the Melbourne House stable and only perhaps equalled by Magus's majestic
Locks Of Luck and Riverdale's own Suds.