Yar, there's many tales of that elusive beast... Many have sought it and come to rue its name. I have me own story of it, o' course, if ye'd like to hear. Bring me a drink to warm me old bones and I'll tell ye of my adventures seeking the beast.

I first heard of it from a mate o' mine who'd already been trapped by its deadly lure. I might've left at the moment he mentioned it to me (and by tar sometimes I wish I had!), just shrugged off his obsession and gone about me own business, never giving the matter another thought. But I didn't. No, I allowed him to spin that web of intrigue about me, pull me into the mystery. I let him show me the demo.

I cursed under me breath when I saw the thing in action... half beat-'em-up, half shooter, and all mean. What unhoy series of events had given birth to this monstrosity, I don't know; what ancient and insane god could have breathed life into such a freak, I could not imagine. From that moment, the beast owned each fevered breath I took, wrapped the diseased tentacles of obsession around me heart until I was its creature as much as was me mate.

I followed rumors o' the beast, determined that I would become its master in the end, or die trying like so many before me. There was sightings o' it, but ye can never be too sure o' those until ye've checked on 'em fer yerself. I chased word of it fer what seemed like an eternity, though it couldn't 'ave been more than a few months in truth. I met up with fellow chasers Buy.com, which allowed me a preorder at only $12.99. I did it--ordered fer me and fer the poor bastard that passed the curse on to me, but I laughed at the idea that it'd be that easy to land the beast.

Still, I have to hand it to the crew at Buy.com. They were as persistent as I were, and they kept me appraised o' their own quest fer the beast. They came close a few times-closer than I had, even-and let me know that they were still after the beast, but their timetable had slipped a bit. In truth, I began to despair a bit of ever seeing more than that accursed demo that drew me in in the first place.

But when I get home on Saturday, I find that old Buy.com's sent me a cardboard chest, unlabelled. I opens the chest thinking it be some kind o'confession that they'd finally admitted defeat and stopped chasing the beast. Instead, I finds what I least suspected... there in the chest, starin' out at me, was The Red Star itself. Right there in me hands, the two copies I'd preordered with Buy.com, as if it were just any other game instead o' the snarlin', wily beast I'd been trackin' all this time. I could scarce believe it... that Buy.com crew must be the toughest bunch since the Argo sailed after the Gold Fleece!

But true it were, and I had the proof of it in me own hands! I even played through the first couple o' levels, to make sure the disc weren't blank or filled with Madden or porn (or, worse than anything else, Madden porn), and found its complely genuine. Aye, after riding the brink of cancellation fer months, having the publisher go bankrupt, and countless delays, The Red Star finally came out. And it's gooood!

Level 1 gameplay video:

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Level 2 gameplay video:

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