Buying Darkstalkers 3 is Your Best Shot at Guaranteeing Darkstalkers 4
Capcom’s offbeat fighting series knows not the taste of mainstream success, happily flying under the radar since its inception. The games are a few parts Street Fighter and a lot of parts fucking weird, but their cult following has been vocal enough to keep Darkstalkers’ characters visible throughout the years, meriting the hope for fans that a new title was waiting in the wings.
With rumors of a fourth game timidly swirling the news circuit, Darkstalkers 3’s fresh re-release on PSN today as a PSOne classic signifies to me that Capcom has tossed a baited line in the water in order to see what bites. Available for $5.99, downloading this fighting classic is the greatest way for you to tell Capcom you want a next-gen Darkstalkers in one form or another.
The company may be hard of hearing (so far ignoring our very vocal pleas to resuscitate Mega Man Legends 3 from cancellation a.k.a. The Worst Thing to Happen in 2011 That Didn’t Involve the Sony Blackout), but money happens to be the loudest language. Even if you could give a shit about tossing green Capcom’s way, Darkstalkers 3 comes at high recommendation for 2D fighting enthusiasts (or people that love half-nude vampire chicks a.k.a. everyone).
Darkstalkers 3 Porting to PSN in the Near-ish Future
While this series is not as recognizable in Capcom’s pantheon of fighting games, you’ve likely seen or tangled with several characters like Morrigan and Felicia in one or a dozen of the publisher’s mash-up titles. Catch up on the genre’s history once Darkstalkers 3 makes PS One Classic status on PSN.
I’m shamefully ignorant when it comes to these games having no hand-on’s with any of them, but I’d be interested to see how this 1997 addition informs later 2D fighting entries in Capcom’s line-up. For you Darkstalkers fans hiding in the limelight, know that a recent filing in the franchise’s name could spell out a modern day resurgence. Guess it’s a good time to revisit (or, in my case, discover altogether) this visually distinctive piece of the genre — grimacing through my piss-poor level of comprehension for fighting games, that is.
You may call button-mashing cheap, I call it my only defense.