
HAROLDINHO
Wants his mojo back. Never takes his wellies off. Thinks everything is Da Bomb (when he's got his mojo).
A side-scrolling shooter drawn like an inked comic book. Four heroes, sixteen worlds, and a BIFF! or SPLODGE! every time somebody goes down.
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Then the Moonwalking Hat Crew turned up. Fedoras, shades and a very smooth walk. They nick the things that keep people level (a jar of mojo, a witch's spell dial, an alien ship's Agreement Engine, a field of grass) and flog them to whoever will pay.
You're going to get them back. What could possibly go wrong?
Each with their own story, their own four worlds, their own weapons, hats and big attacks. How does each story end? Not the way anybody expects. No spoilers.

Wants his mojo back. Never takes his wellies off. Thinks everything is Da Bomb (when he's got his mojo).

A witch whose spells come out too big or not at all. Has a cat on her hat. The cat does not like you.

Three aliens (possibly four) who have never agreed on anything. Can stack up on each other's heads, if they stop arguing.

Sheep has been through things. Sheep will not elaborate. Rams things. Baa.
Aim with your right thumb (keep it on the strip and you keep firing), jump and pull off your hero's special with your left. Level up, unlock bigger weapons and big attacks, leap the holes, dodge the Molotovs, and go head to head with a boss at the end of every world.





They talk back, they toughen up to match your weapons, and they announce themselves properly. A few of them:

Used to run a pound shop. Now runs the High Street and the Mob's local branch. Can stomp a crater in the pavement. Never pays for chips.

Three rats in a trench coat who sincerely believe they are one tall businessman. Runs the Mob's sewer smuggling.

Rode into the bog in 1346 to fight a dragon. There was no dragon. Rusty, furious, damp, and secretly terrified.

Sacked from the pound shop for smiling. Thirty years on the shop floor and has never smiled again. Speaks only in tannoy announcements.

Funland's mascot. Drank a jar of stolen Mojo in 1978 and hasn't stopped laughing since. Throws custard pies. Honks.

Jumped over the moon once, in a nursery rhyme, and has never shut up about it. Smug. Wears a helmet. And a cape.
Plus Lord Meh, Captain Grandiose, The Overdue Fine, DJ Hubris, Clampzilla, The Sausage Roll of Despair, The Combine, The Shearer, The Big Wet, and someone we're not allowed to name yet.