The constant camera zoom is weird, the characters’ faces get all puffy and bruised if they suffer even one hit, and the story, in which basically-Ryu does basically-Final Fight, has the audacity to end with a cliffhanger. “Lmao you’ll just have to play Art of Fighting 2!” A deeply unpleasant experience

I also really like the lengths it goes through to be a SFII rip-off. Change one vowel from Ryu to Ryo, give him an orange outfit instead of a white one, and yeah, let's give him a fireball to shoot. The only problem is, Ryu is believable as a karate nomad wandering the world, but not as a born-and-raised denizen of Fatal Fury city. My man rides a motorcycle through town wearing his gi and traditional wooden geta, which he then kicks off before each match to fight barefoot. Don't you have like jeans and a cool leather jacket or something? Stop goofing off and keep that shit in the dojo, dude, your sister's missing!