This game doesn’t deserve such a superb cover.
The Seal of Quality is clearly trying to run away.
PLAYERS: 1-2 simultaneous
PUBLISHER: Sanritsu Denki (JP), Razorsoft (US)
DEVELOPER: Brian A Rice Inc. (port by Mediagenic)
RELEASE DATE: 10/12/90 – (JP)
12/20/91 – (US)
Like a fugitive on the run, Slaughter Sport is known by many different names. Tongue of the Fatman on IBM PC. Mondu’s Fight Palace on Commodore 64. Fatman on Mega Drive. And finally, Slaughter Sport on Genesis. Whatever you call it, this fighting game is a menace. Unresponsive controls and unfair hit detection are but two of its offenses. While its crime spree may have ended on the Genesis, the trail of destruction left in its wake was forever imprinted on those who dared to play it.
No wonder the ESRB was invented. Developers were getting away with ocular murder!
You play a hardened fighter, tasked with taking down an array of beasts for Mondu the Fatman’s amusement. Cyber punk women, dinosaur skeletons, minotaurs and more are waiting to be schooled by your taut muscular frame. Since you’re taking your life into your hands with every bout, you might assume that you have some fighting ability or, at least, some strength behind your attacks. Wrong. You can punch, kick, jump, back flip and jump-kick, but none of the moves take off much health unless you land them perfectly. You also have a special attack that looks neat, but does little to no damage, and a Magic Weapon that can hinder your opponent’s movement.
Just a couple of broke freaks trying to pay the bills.
Once you step into the Arena of Death, something’s immediately wrong. Pressing ‘A’ with the D-pad only occasionally results in an attack. Pressing ‘B’ for your special attack does little, even if it hits your opponent. Your computer opponent constantly jumps in your face, leaving you unable to get a move in. Once you start jumping around the arena, you realize a jump kick to your opponent’s head is the only way to knock him down and take off some damage. The hit detection is so awful that any hits you land only work half the time. Your life bar drains far quicker than your opponent’s. You lay on the ground, praying for death, while the Fatman’s tongue waggles mercilessly from behind you…
No fair, Fatman clearly favors blue-skinned, mustached individuals.
If by Mondu’s good graces you happen to beat an opponent, you’ll be given some prize money and ushered to the store. Here, you can increase your life bar, your attack strength, or choose a different Magic Weapon. Hope emerges as you beef up your fighter, then is quickly dashed as you’re tossed back into the arena for one more pathetic brawl.
Well, her mohawk turns into a fire-breathing snake, so she’s got that going for her.
While you’re initially stuck with Generic Shirtless Human #263 as your default character in one-player mode, you can input codes on the title screen to play as one of the other seventeen characters. None of them really control better than the others, but at least you can play as a freaky potato torso thing if you so desire. There’s also a two-player mode where you and a friend can choose from one of the combatants, sans code, and flail around like fools together.
He’s a lot sturdier than he looks.
According to SegaRetro, Slaughter Sport was set to come out under the title Mondu’s Fight Palace on the Mega Drive as early as fall 1990. Original publisher Mediagenic went bankrupt, however, and Activision ingested them into their collective. Mondu’s Fight Palace was delayed until the summer of 1991, until finally, publisher Razorsoft released the game on December 20th, 1991. I couldn’t verify this story, but if it’s true, what fortuitous timing. Street Fighter II was taking the arcade world by storm, and console gamers were more likely to buy any fighting game in sight. Pity those poor souls who didn’t know that Street Fighter II was the only fighting game worth playing at the time. We’ve all wasted money on a bad game here and there, but few are as soul crushing as Slaughter Sport.
Fatman’s stomach always has to have the last word.
Out of all the fighting games developed prior to Street Fighter II, Slaughter Sport (a.k.a. Fatmandu) might be the worst. The controls are broken. The move sets are worthless. The hit detection favors the challenger. Unless you whittle an opponent’s health bar down by luck, it’s impossible to make it to the second round, let alone the Fatman and his harem of alien babes. Don’t indulge Mondu’s sleazy whims. Slaughter Sport is truly for the dogs.