Eachworldcontainsonelevelthathasyourunning, jumpingandpunchinginperfectrhythmto a sillyrenditionofsomesongthatyourecognizeyoucanrunthrough a crumblingcastlesettoBlackBetty.
We'reslipawayfrom a seamonsterSetthatonesongfromKillBillYoucancrash a dayoftheDeadFestivalplaying a mariachirenditionofEyeoftheTigerperfectlyclearingremandlegendsmusiclevelinonegoishonestlyoneofthemostmagicalmoments I haveeverhadin a game.
Ifyouwanttofeellikeyou'veboughtyourhappinessbyRaymanLegendsandplayallofthemusiclevelsNumberfive, I findthatwhen I want a quickfixessatisfaction, thereisnobetteroptionthandoinglineofPacManghosts.
Theideaofthegamethistimearoundistogetasmanyghostsyoucantrailingyouinthecongalinesothatonceyougetthatpowerpellet, giveme a crudebecause I normallywouldn't saythis, butthatjustbordersongas.
I meansixhourlongnights, multipletimes a week, allwhiletryingtocoordinatestrategieswithtonsofotherplayersinanMMO.
Allright, already, guysonslowly, veryslowlyyourtacticsstarttoshowresultsuntilthebigdaycomes a daywhenyoufinallydownthatpreviouslyunstoppableboss, nomatterwhichinthemoyou'replayingorwhichRaybossyou'refightingthatvictoriousmomentisoneofthesweetestyouwilleverfindin a game.