I’m going to be a good boy and let this preamble be the only reference to Jim Carrey’sschtick in Dumb and Dumber. That out of the way? Good. If you’ve never played Worms well, you’ve probably not been to the right kinds of parties. There was a time that, if alcohol was being consumed in the vicinity of a PlayStation, a game of Worms was going to break out.
It’s goofy, it’s quick to pick up and play, and the premise is simple: You’ve got a team of worms, they’re armed to the teeth, and they have a death wish. If that doesn’t scream “grab a tow ski and make some mayhem,” I don’t know what does. Worms is about physics, aim, and destruction, in some order or another.
Your team of four worms – With customizable names, vocal patterns, and platoon designation – Are outfitted with bazookas, grenades, cluster bombs, air strikes, homing missiles, ropes for rappelling all over the place, Uzis, shotguns, sheep, mines, TIGER UPPERCUT, energy blasts called Dragon Balls (copyright Akira Koriyama ORIGINAL CONTENT DO NOT STEAL) the list goes on and on anon.
Some of the more basic armaments are unlimited-use; some come in limited quantities but can be refreshed by collecting ammo crates that parachute onto the battlefield. Speaking of, you never have to play the exact same battlefield twice, as an algorithm generates new terrain before each skirmish, by reticulating spines or something like that. Of course, the pristine landscape doesn’t stay that way for long, as pretty much any action you take is gonna leave a dent in the ground where something – or someone – went boom. And that happens LOT.
While you can create random matches on a lark, or play through a progression of escalating conflicts in the Challenge mode, the bread and butter of this beast is multiplayer. Fortunately, cementing its place as a keg’s best friend, you can seat up to four players at a time, locally or online, and let the good times, libations, shouts, fist-pumps, fist-bumps, and occasional outbursts of invective roll.
Too few games these days offer a robust local-multiplayer experience; 90% of the time, it ends up being Castle Crashers or Rock Band. So let’s invite Worms to the party. They can um compost things. No one was going to eat that potato salad, anyway. I hope.