In this action game, you control the prince by tapping on each side of the screen to strike and defend. Includes different levels and difficulty modes.
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AppRecs rating 4.7. Trustworthiness 82 out of 100. Review manipulation risk 26 out of 100. Based on a review sample analyzed.
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Ratings breakdown
5 star
84%
4 star
7%
3 star
4%
2 star
2%
1 star
3%
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26% review manipulation risk
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Credible reviews
82% trustworthiness score from analyzed reviews
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High user satisfaction
84% of sampled ratings are 5 stars
About Prince Rage
Addictive gameplay.
Easy to play hard to master.
Tap on each side of the screen to control the striking direction.
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Reviews for Prince Rage
BananaBoomBoom17
READ THIS!!!!!!
This game changed my life…literally… here’s the story from the beginning: ⚠️WARNING: THE FOLLOWING STORY IS VERY EMOTIONAL⚠️ One hot, hot summer day I was sitting alongside my friend, Hochoko. He has always been my best friend. Honestly if I’m honest with you…it all started in kindergarten. That’s when we became best friends. It was because of the dilo challenge in the dinking tunnel. He proved then to be so brave and honorable. But anyways, nobody likes a bunny’s trail, so I’ll continue with my story. One hot, hot summer day, me and Hochoko were sitting amongst the flowers. We were both 14 years of age, which is funny because that’s the age of hero’s and villains. But in that field of fashionable flowers we sat. Although the scernery was outstanding, and the scent of the hustle flowers were of the upmost quality, we were overtaken by the undeniable and inmost imshrapable heat. It was as though the sun was becoming one with Venus and his amence fiery eyes, and teaming up against two people who were yet children. And believe it or not, we were the children. And we were the victims. There we sat in the hour of agony and respairment. Our eyes to the ground in sorrow and graif. You see we were trapped. Because my house was but fifteen miles to the northish south. And you might say “You woshilgikc child! That’s nothing!” And you’d be right. It is nothing. Me and Hochoko walked that route of fifteen miles fifteen times a day! Well-I won’t get ahead of myself…fourteen times a day. But the problem was not the path, but my house. Well not as much of the house as what was inside the house. Uncle Shanging. Or as me and Hochoko called him- Uncle Shaming. That distrustful name was not just a name. It was because my uncle always found a way to shame us. And it wasn’t just that he shamed us often, it was that he took joy out of shaming us. Indiscipable joy. And he had a rough talent in it too. And so in this day of extreme violence and heat so much more than a sweaty feeling, he had slammed the door of my house in my face so hard. And in the process he had taken a beam from the swingset next door and stabbed me in the back. And so we were being shamed and kicked from my own house. Not so much of my home, but still my house. My house that was my house since I was in a particular women’s belly. (My mother’s belly.) And so I wasn’t to enter my house until I could do something honorable. You might say “Well didn’t Hochoko prove he was honorable when in kindergarten?” And I’d say, yes you are right. But of course Hochoko felt the need to insist more honor on himself by sticking with me in this case. He would stay by my side until I was an honorable man. A man of honor and a man of bravery. Not so much a man of integrity, but more of a man who would take chances to be a man. Risks even. Risks so low that you’d think I was a frog on a tricycle. And so we sat beyond the flowers of hustles and ducks, and used our brains to create imaginary stormings, as to how we could make me an honestly honorable man, so that we could enter my house before nightfall. And so, Hochoko being the brains of every operation, he slashed his hand into his pockets and said, “Brother, I have a solution.” (Of course he is not my real brother. It was just a thing we said when in a picklish sort of situation.) And when his hand left his pocket and entered the atmosphere again, he revealed a phone. I mean, not just any phone, but his own phone. He had received it for his fourteenth birthday, which of course shocked me, me being too young for such a device in such circumstances. But he had one just the same, and would use it. He opened what we call the Ape Store, (but you probably know it as the App Store) and showed me a game. A game of such high royalty and action. Prince Rage. It reminded me so fondly of a certain RageElixir from my childhood, and brought hope and inspiration into my heart and even my soul, and partly my brains. My feet tingled and I respized my lungs. He handed me the phone and I took a try at the game…. Suddenly my fingers started racing. Racing as though I was living within them. I beat level after level, feeling absolute RAGE within. My eyes became fiery. My heart became inlarged. My soul became honorable. I stood up from the soil, my eyes fixated on the screen. As I played I became like the white haired prince raging ninja I was impersonating in the game. When the phone finally got overheated and dropped to the ground, I didn’t stop. I kicked and I punched and I couldn’t stop. I started running. Running toward what I now called my home. My feet were invisible and inflamed. I jumped into the air with a motion no one but me and Prince Rage can acquire, and karate chopped that door open upon contact with my foot. Uncle Shanging shook in his beatshaven boots and dropped his arms to his side. And just at that moment I knew. The shaming was over once and for all. I was the new boss in town. Yah. You heard me. IM THE NEW BOSS IN TOWN. …and to this day I play this game. Prince Rage is and forever will be my role model in life. All the men he kicks and punches down are my foes and my fears. With every BAM! ZAP! and POW! all my anguish solidifies in a vanquish. Once I lost a round. It left me feeling soehearted. But it told me to FIGHT HARDER. And I live up to that. Every day I fight harder than the last. And it pays off. Prince Rage is my hero and my reason for honor. Can’t we all become like him? (And P.S. If you don’t like the ads, it doesn’t need WiFi, so if you turn your phone onto airplane mode you won’t get any ads! Zero! Zilch! Download this game now mister!” The one and only critique I have is that I wish you could customize your skin, character, and outfit. That would really bump up the game. Given I am a fashionista in the flesh. But other than that this game is amazing! Real cool bean material! As Hochoko used to say in his wisest years: “Don’t change it. Just add to it.”
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No challenge. Level after level is tbe exact same thing. Im on almost lvl 400 AND ZERO difference between levels. Nothing changes. Oh and WAYYYY TOO MANY ADS. ANNOYING!!!