This is particularly noticeable when you strafe, because strafing moves you much slower than your standard movement, making Doom-style circle-strafing a no-go. That took some getting used to as well, not using a shoulder button to fire. How dare I expect to be able to turn around quickly! Instead of a modern control system, the d-pad moves you forwards and backwards and rotates you left and right, while the shoulder buttons make you strafe and X is fire. AT is from a time before analog sticks, and years of playing first-person shooters with a mouse and keyboard or dual analog sticks have ruined me, made me soft. I mean, I played this game a lot when I was a kid, and it still took me quite a while to get used to the mechanics of the whole thing. If you've never played Alien Trilogy before, probably the first thing you'll notice is the awkwardness of the controls. Face towards your enemy, press fire and hope they die before you do.
Not much vertical height to the levels, exploding barrels aplenty, medikits instead of a regenerating health / shield system - we're firmly in the realm of the early-Nineties shooter here. If you've ever played Doom then the gameplay in Alien Trilogy is going to be very easy to explain because it's pretty much just Doom: Aliens Edition. We've got a gun, there's a facehugger scuttling towards us, it's dark and gloomy: yup, looks like we're ready for an Aliens FPS game, all right. "But VGJunk," I hear you cry, "surely the terror of a single alien overwhelming a group of woefully underprepared humans, as seen in Alien and Alien 3, isn't a very appropriate setting for an all-guns-blazing blastathon?" Well fret not, because Probe took a long, hard look at the tone and setting of those two films, pondered how they could use them in Alien Trilogy and then decided "fuck it" and set the whole thing in a parallel universe. Who knew! We also like seeing them get destroyed and that's where Probe come in, by turning the first three Alien films into an action-packed first-person shooter. Turns out there's nothing we like to be entertained by more than a remorseless skeletal monster that pops its babies down our collective gullets and waits for them to burst out of our chest cavities like the universe's worst strippagram jumping out of a gore-soaked cake. Giger-designed xenomorph of the title and its explosive breeding habits have become firmly ingrained in popular culture. I'm sure I don't have to explain the Alien series to you, because the H.
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