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Neighbours From Hell arrived to some consternation from the staff, followed by a slight amount of passing around, until eventually it fell down to me. It's like a helter-skelter effect with new games, you see: one look at the box, or a quick five minutes, usually determines who's going to get the game, with the really odd ones spiralling down through the ranks until they arrive on my lap. Neighbours From Hell got to the bottom rung pretty quickly it has to be said, but after a day or so I'm certainly not complaining, which really is quite unexpected.
I wasn't, for example, expecting to be reminded of the golden days of the LucasArts point-and-clicker, or expecting to be greeted by a simplistic yet strangely effective 2D engine, and I certainly didn't expect to start panicking when the bumbling fat-arsed neighbour blundered into the lounge, completely blowing away my chances of pulling off a carefully arranged series of life-threatening booby traps that he'd caught me setting up.
Neighbours From Hell is sort of a cross between Spy vs. Spy and Monkey Island. You, as a chap called Woody, are a contestant on the eponymous reality TV show and your goal is to boost audience ratings by playing practical jokes on your hapless neighbour as effectively as possible. You never take anything into the neighbour's house with you, and so your first task will involve searching for objects that can help you along. This is where the Monkey Island part comes in, as you begin picking up random objects and using them with other random objects until something works.
While you're busying yourself with rifling through his personal effects, your neighbour will typically be going about his everyday business. On the episode selection screen, you get a brief outline of what he's likely to be up to; cooking his dinner, sunning himself, doing the laundry and so on, and this gives you some idea as to how you might be able to best utilise that pair of pliers or bottle of wine you've just stumbled across. The trickiest aspect of the game is staying out of his way at all times because the instant he sees you the show goes off air, so it's important to try and learn the other fellow's routine as quickly as possible and even utilise stealth to sneak past noisy pets or your slumbering neighbour, or hide in cupboards or under beds just to avoid discovery.
Chances are, however, that you're going to get caught in the act the first couple of tries, but with unlimited attempts at your disposal you can spend as much time as you like perfecting your routines and timing your trap set-ups. You'll eventually memorise exactly where useful objects are likely to be found and how long you're likely to get in each room of the house before your neighbour will wander in, and the game ends up as an exercise in trial-and-error. Randomising item locations could have done a lot more to keep the player on his toes.
NFH is made up of three seasons; six episodes in the first and two seasons of four episodes after that. If that doesn't sound like a lot, then you'd be right - the entire game will take you about three hours to complete, perhaps a little more if you're really determined to get a 100 per cent audience satisfaction rating on every level. To achieve that then you have to pull off every possible trick on that level and string them together in combinations, so that your neighbour doesn't get much of a chance to calm down - the longer he stays infuriated, the happier the audience will be and the higher the ratings will get. If you gain enough high ratings for the season, then you'll get a little trophy for your efforts.
But that's pretty much it. Excruciating brevity is Neighbours From Hell's most hideous drawback, and we can't imagine you sat there a week from purchase playing the same levels over and over. There's a disturbing lack of variety as well, as each season merely opens up a new room or two - the basement or the bedroom, for example - in the same neighbour's house, heightening the tension slightly by giving the neighbour more opportunity to stumble across you, but never really offering much in the way of fresh objectives or scenery to look at.
It's a shame Neighbours From Hell couldn't have been more expansive. The concept is fantastic, and for a while it's pulled off very well, but once you've electrocuted, burned, pricked, poisoned and injured the poor guy for more than an hour or so, you will find yourself hankering for more neighbours to visit and more houses to terrorise. We wouldn't blame you for changing the channel when they don't come.
The neighbours from hell return! In this HD Remaster of the beloved childhood gems Neighbours From Hell 1 and 2, you play the star of a cheeky TV Show who is constantly pranking his nasty neighbour in the most creative and hilarious ways. You want to replace a candle with a firework? What about replacing the shaving cream with the whipped cream? Go for it!
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I am one of his neighbours, not in the manner of Jinx, who lives in a gated community behind the properties here, but in the manner of actually living on the same road with him. As the mother of four young children, I have a vested interest in maintaining the integrity and quiet enjoyment of our neighbourhood.
I disagree with the image painted by Jinx. Bolt has parties, very occasionally - maybe once or twice a year, as do I and the neighbours across the street. I am not sure how Jinx can distinguish between my parties and my neighbour's or Mr Bolt's.
He also has had people over at his house, but not every night, every weekend or even every month. I am unsure if those get-togethers are being defined as parties. I do not consider them to be so. I also believe he has a right to have guests. He plays music at these functions, which I can hear, so perhaps Jinx can, too, but it is also not a nuisance that goes on all night or even excessively, certainly not in breach of any legislation.
He does dirt bike, but he wasn't the first as they have been drag-racing up and down Norbrook Road and up into Norbrook Heights since I was a child. It used to be Ninjas and Kawasakis; now it's ATVs and dirt bikes. He didn't start it, and in the absence of regulatory or legislative intervention, it will continue long after he is gone.
I know exactly when Mr Bolt, or someone from his property, is using these machines because the trailer that transports the dirt bikes/ATVs parks just above my house while they offload. This also happens very occasionally, not every week or even every month.
I certainly don't defend bad behaviour. I guarantee that if it were as bad as it has been painted, I would be just as upset, if not more so, as I am right here. He certainly is not the 'neighbour from hell' and has just as much right to enjoy his property.
If one is actually a neighbour, there are ways in which to approach someone whose activities you find burdensome. Were I exceedingly burdened by the loud weed-whackers and tree-saw sounds, or the constant screams from the children playing on Jinx's property, I would have a quiet word with her property manager. I, however, don't find these noises a burden because I acknowledge my neighbours' right to enjoy their property in a manner not overly vexatious, if occasionally inconvenient, to me.
I knocked on one resident's door. He showed me a video of his neighbour on his mobile phone. It showed a woman dragging a metal rod along the HDB flat corridor. "Be careful when you approach her for an interview," he warned.
It was only when I approached them, saying I was a reporter, that they calmed down. I asked about their experiences living there. They replied softly, at times lowering their voices to a whisper, afraid they would be harassed by their neighbour for speaking to the press.
The couple is just one of many families who have been living in fear at the HDB block in Punggol for the past five years. They are concerned about the behaviour and actions of a common neighbour, who lives on the 17th floor, whom they dub the "neighbour from hell".
The neighbour in question is Madam Tan, a 51-year-old housewife and divorcee living with her adult son. Her neighbours accuse her of splashing oil at their doorsteps, playing loud music and stomping on the floor throughout the day and night. One neighbour even claimed she had left a bloody pig's ear on a shoe rack. Another said she had thrown a chair at him. A 56-year-old food stall operator said she is so fearful that she stays at her daughter's place whenever her husband works the overnight shift.
Almost every household on the 17th and 18th floors have installed closed-circuit television cameras. Residents say the cameras are the only way to protect themselves because there is nothing the police can do to help them other than advising them to make a Magistrate's Complaint.
No brainer that till a cure can be found to effectively heal their minds, not easy to handle them as normal methods dun work or not as effectively. Stupidity no cure, this type still be slightly better with some re-integrated into society as your colleague or my colleague
When incidents happen within HDB, it drags till owners have to move out. It is hard to believe nothing HDB could do. If it affects HDB, wonder the situation is the same. Fish tank is a simple case and I do support it has to be removed.
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