Apostrophe S

I rented Resident Evil 4 the other night to give myself something to do. Man, am I glad I did. I might even have to buy the game.

See, this is what happens when a zombie DOES get too close:

Actually, that’s not fair. This is the first RE title that’s made me feel a teeny, tiny bit guilty for slaughtering hundreds. You see, the enemies in this game aren’t exactly zombies. I don’t think they’re even dead. They share many of the same characteristics, for sure, including dirty faces, repetitive motion, horribly deep scary voices, the ability to take a 9mm round to the face and keep coming and above all, a blood-thirsty desire to tear me limb from limb. But these are not the living dead. At least, I don’t think so. They talk to one another. They call for backup when they spot you. They are quick and dodge when you shoot at them. They hunt in packs, and are able to surround you. For all practical purposes, they were probably normal European farmers until they got caught up in whatever sinister plan they are caught up in. But don’t think I hesitate for one second when a woman with blood all over her Amish-style dress is coming straight at me with a sickle. Their heads explode just like they should with a well-placed shotgun round.

But like I said, these people might still be alive. They could have feelings and non-monstrous thoughts. Who knows, maybe they could even be cured of the nastiness with which they are stricken with. These are things I think about now. But none of that matters when a fat bald guy in overhauls just tried to stick a pitchfork in your face.

I haven’t enjoyed a game this much in a while. I highly recommend it, despite the moral implications of shooting only partly zombified people. Check out some other screens here.