But yes! I like to imagine that this Marty is secretly a mastermind in training, whose overall plan was to buy the Sports Almanac to raise money, then use his new plutonium stockpile to bomb the parts of the world he's unable to buy-while of course wearing futuristic tennis shoes and drinking Pepsi, two of the other items just scattered around and collectible for a few considerably less lethal bonus points.Īt this point, it seems best to just beat Old Biff to death and hide his corpse in that bin. "Wait, didn't they drop the plutonium thing in favour of Mr. As a wise man might have said "I'm sure that in 2055 plutonium is available in every corner drug store, but in 2015 it'll give you pocket cancer." Marty hoverboards down the road under constant siege from the same handful of respawning goons, including a buxom waitress, Old Biff and his cane, and police cars that want nothing more than to knock him off his hoverboard and onto his ass-something that makes much more sense when you realise that one of the items you can pick up is a box of plutonium. Imagine playing Paperboy, only with nothing so powerful as a rolled up newspaper for defense. Then it thrusts you into a version of Hill Valley 2015 so dangerous, so hostile, that Biff's evil version later in the game feels like a quiet vacation. It starts with a configuration menu that goes out of its way to try and trick you into playing in PC speaker mode rather than fancy-pants Adlib, just so that it can demonstrate what the themes would have sounded like if performed by a phlegm-gargling robot. Right from the start, Back to the Future 2 is an awful experience. BACK TO THE FUTURE II: THE ADVENTURES OF FAT MARTY