Postal III, or Akella's Postal Spin off according to Running with Scissors, is a third-person shooter video game developed by Russian game company Akella. It is the third game in the Postal series and is a spin-off sequel to Postal 2. It was the first game not developed by Running With Scissors but rather licensed to Akella to produce and develop.
Postal III was released in the USA for Microsoft Windows on 23 November 2011, and releases were planned for Linux and Mac OS X. PlayStation 3 and Xbox 360 ports were announced in later stages of development, but it has recently been revealed that budget constraints are holding back these console ports.
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... Postal Dude returns as the main character in Postal III ... According to Running With Scissors' official website, Postal Dude is just "trying to save up for new tinfoil to put over his trailer windows." Postal III ... (Lead Producer of Akella) commented that Postal III would focus more on Postal Dude's personality, as well as his past and future actions, hence the idea of making Postal III a third-person shooter ...
... admitted that the "fan reaction has been mixed" to Postal III, as well as stating that most of the complaints centred around the game having "too many ... that gamers get the best value they deserve" from Postal III ... On August 25, 2012 developer and Postal franchise owner Running with Scissors removed Postal 3 from their store, stating that it was "in the best interest of the Postal Community" and encouraged ...
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“Napoleon wanted to turn Paris into Rome under the Caesars, only with louder music and more marble. And it was done. His architects gave him the Arc de Triomphe and the Madeleine. His nephew Napoleon III wanted to turn Paris into Rome with Versailles piled on top, and it was done. His architects gave him the Paris Opera, an addition to the Louvre, and miles of new boulevards.”
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