The original first-person shoot 'em up, the light gun shooting gallery has been a staple of the amusement arcade for as long as anyone can remember.
Here is a tribute to this most singularly peculiar standard of seaside entertainment.
Here is a tribute to this most singularly peculiar standard of seaside entertainment.
Like some nightmarish Disney tableaux, this gallery mixes the cute woodland creatures with the stark reality of frontier living. See the pianist, forlornly plying his trade, oblivious to the reality that the saloon has disintegrated around him.
A small dog rests on a crate of high explosives... just one of nature's creatures lured by the pianist's bleak lament... lured to their imminent demise at your brutal hand.
Don't reveal all your cards in one go, though: why not toy with them by first shooting a spittoon or lantern?
A small dog rests on a crate of high explosives... just one of nature's creatures lured by the pianist's bleak lament... lured to their imminent demise at your brutal hand.
Don't reveal all your cards in one go, though: why not toy with them by first shooting a spittoon or lantern?
Welcome to Captain Haddock's Jack in the Box repair shop, where the proprietor stands and stares silently into space, considering the catastrophes which led him here. This is all he has left since the tragedy - a simple workshop his only source of income... A source of income which shall soon be destroyed by you, merely for the rootin' tootin' heck of it.
The grandmother sits outside Luckies Saloon, waiting for the stagecoach that shall never arrive. The least you can do is put her out of her misery. Quickly now - shoot the musty old crone in the neck! And then shoot out the water pump, so the townsfolk dehydrate to death! Why you do dis? Because you can.
Behold the pornminer's shack, and their barrels of XXX adult material. Shoot them all to real bad pieces! A-hah-hah-hah-hah-haaaaaaaa!
There he is - standing atop Chipmunk Rock. It is Chippus, the Nature God! Quickly - blast him apart, before he can convince his kin to rise against man, while the disembodied hands of Whimsy's Ghost perform a tedious Snow Patrol cover on the acoustic guitar!
Fireworks, flu medicine and the portrait of Status Quo's Rick Parfitt shall all feel the fury of your mighty shooter.
"This is for In The Army Now, you denim-clad, septum-less, old hippy!"
"This is for In The Army Now, you denim-clad, septum-less, old hippy!"
Elsewhere, Lofty from EastEnders returns - oblivious to the sign warning of the 24 hour CCTV. Oh, Lofty... will you never learn? Michelle isn't interested, and getting yourself shot to death won't change that!
The Dark Sheriff sits outside the saloon, guarding the jail where he has imprisoned a scary skeleton. Next to him is the grave of a ghoul. A ghoul, it should be noted, whose headstone calls into question exactly when this scenario is taking place: "1501 - 200?".
All can enjoy the piano duet - from the scarlet woman to Harambe the ape. Unfortunately for this king of the jungle, his incongruent placing in a Wild West setting means that it is time for entertainment to imitate life: shoot Harambe. Shoot that hairy fat pig to death!
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