The gameplay of Panic! is very minimalistic. Basically, all you do it choose from a set of buttons which will either advance you to another scene, backtrack you to previous scenes, or play a gag. Memorizing what buttons advance you through the game becomes paramount, later on, when strving to reach the game's end. You can always check your progress by consulting a map, and save your game at anytime. There are three particular scenes in the game which will automatically result in game over, if you're unfortunate to appear in them, but the likelihood is low.
Playing Panic! has been quite a unique experience of bizarre, amazing and hilarious proportions, and although the majority may be hesitant about venturing into a game of such abnormal caliber, Panic! is a welcomed addition to my personal collection of video games.
Pictures below.
The title screen. Panic!
The screen, folded in half, in semblance to the technique of a mirror image painting. Poor, Slap...
A luminary chorus of excruciating screams!
Ten red buttons to press. Choose one at your own discretion.
A palpable Pac-Man parody.
Slap, and his dog, Stick, approaching an imposing edifice.
A factory that morphs cyan spheres into squares, then back to spheres before ultimately pulverizing them into fourteen tiny spheres? Lol. Pointless, but absurdly silly.
An electric dragon hatching from a light blub? A brilliant analogy between light bulbs and eggs, indeed!
Vomiting robots is another symptom of the Computer Network Server virus affecting all technology on Earth.
Sure, a party popper of such magnitude is a blast to explode, but cleaning all the confetti afterward is a chore in itself.
I would goggle in shock, too, if I had to hit baseballs that colossal. Steroids probably wouldn't prove effective in batting massive baseballs, either.
Replacing beheaded animals' heads with germane objects? Intriguing... Sounds only logical to improvise with an accordion on a headless giraffe.
Now the screen is freshened! Thank you, sentient iron!
Heh, I get the gist. The satellite dish is the frog, whereas the satellite is the fly.
Aha! So, crop circles were meant to serve as a targeting board for extraterrestrials to play a game of darts with all along! Bulls eye!
Keep shoveling that coal! Those cloud sheep won't form themselves!
Science-fiction constellations; robots, a laser blaster, and space vessels.
The screen, copied sixteen times.
This is what happens when you overfeed your jukebox a glut of records.
A picturesque vista of a desert canyon! Yeah, Slap, I share your elation!
Uh-oh... If the elevator compacts itself any smaller, I fear Slap's quest may end prematurely...
An Aztec panorama, I believe.
Those missiles are genuine! You'd best not trifle with such a robotic pig, Slap!
Never thought I'd see the letter "J", as a vacuum nozzle, but after scrutinizing it, I see the parallels to "J" as one.
I wonder what this button does? Let's try it!
Slap professes his involvement in the accident while Stick prepares his teeth for gnawing.
A suicidal vending machine. It's probably melancholy, because it doesn't dispense
more expensive, valuable items.
The Sagrada Familia monument, in the process of collapsing.
There are a total of thirty booty-trapped switches throughout the game which are rigged to destroy famous monuments, and a few obscure monuments of Earth. Trigger them all, and it's game over.
One insect I wouldn't ever want the misfortune of encountering.
Hawaiian terminator! XD This is clearly an overt reference to the Terminator series.
Call the moon for a mere $10.00 per minute when you dial collect at 1-800-SPACE!
Shadow puppetry! Using their dexterity, someone forms a silhouette of a bird.
Is this the bus stop for the North Pole? (Love the fact Santa's got a spare reindeer in his sleigh-car, just in case one reindeer of his blows a hoof. XD)
Lighting bolts emanate from an unknown entity suspended in the zenith above a city, and converge to form the shape of an extinct dinosaur; a stegosaurus. Quite an impressive spectacle to behold.
Overwhelmed by the plethora of buttons to choose on this typewriter, I finally decide to select the "G" key.
Hooray! It's a fireworks extravaganza!
A monolith situated in the scenic jungle. What, oh what, does its presence symbolize? A miracle? An omen?
