I AM THE BALL KING!
Sitting atop my friend’s leaderboard with a rock solid 20 goals, I’m the currently hailing Ball King (of people that I know, of course.) Ball King is half addiction, half great game, and all about swishing sweet hoops.
Touch the screen to angle your shoot, and release to let the ball fly towards the goal. That’s Ball King. What takes about 30 seconds to learn leads to many, many more spent honing that simple skill. It’s so easy to load the game up and play a few rounds, hoping that maybe this time you’ll break that last high score. It’s iOS gaming at its most primal, but executed so well that I’m happy to be drawn back again and again.
If the simple act of ballin’ isn’t enough to draw you in, the rest of the game’s sweet and simple style will. Ball King’s simple, colorful pixel art is easy on the eyes, which is good, because you’ll be staring at the same screen for most of your playtime. The sound design is just as notable, with each chain swoosh of the goal sounding better than the last, and the unseen crowd cheering for you after each point. The game just feels right, from the aesthetics down to the realistic physics of every shot you throw.
My only real issue with the game is that the wind system that weaves it’s way into the tougher difficulty feels a bit unfair at times. After playing for so long without losing, wind resistance becomes a factor in each shot you take. I’m never 100% certain what effect the strong winds will have on my shot, and sometimes guesswork is the only solution I can find. It definitely adds to the game’s difficulty, but in a game where skill is so much at the forefront, the odd reliance on luck feels a bit out of place.
Your instrument, as the Ball King, takes many forms. A HEAVILY Crossy Road “inspired” system of free-to-play has been implemented here, and the more you play, the more “balls” you unlock to use. From skulls to ducks to various food products, nothing is safe from a good hooping. Should copyright laws allow, I may change my title to the Burger King, as throwing cheeseburgers while flopping lettuce and tomatoes all over the court is objectively the best.
Update: I lost a bet, so here’s this. JOHN ALLEN, YOU ARE A TRUE BALL KING. I WILL BALL HARDER, MY SON. STAY BALLIN’.