I remember back in 1996, Play Station had just came out and I was like finally something that will kick Nintendo and Sega's ass to the core. It was at my friend's house I got my first taste of the system. I remember him turning it on and seeing those logos and then I saw the words "Resident Evil." "What's this game about?", I asked my friend. "Well, you're in this mansion and you are part of this invstigating Police Unit in this city called Raccoon. There have been this reports of people from the town being devoured by some creatures. They have linked these reports to this mansion on the outskirts of the town up in the hills. This so-called pharmacudical company turns out to be making biological weapons there and you are sent in to investigate.", said my friend. "Cool, have you played it?" I asked. "No, just heard the previews from someone. I thought you could play it first because when we watch those movies you're always saying how you would blow the piss out of them if you were in that situation." I had played videogames before and was quite good at them but never had played any real horror based games except for the kind of soft-core stuff like Castlevania or Alone in the Dark. Hell, I didn't even know how to work the damn controller. So I read the instruction book and started the game. I remeber walking around that hallway and there was a zombie. "Blam! Blam! Blam!" "Die mother-fucker, you puss-bag flesh eatting piece of shit!", I said. I put a few more rounds into him and he dropped to the floor. "Oh shit, Nick he's getting up!" "Duh, I can see that!" "Blam! Blam!" The zombie immediately slumpted back down and blood began to pump out of the rotting corpse. "Kick ass!!!", I said. So I continued to play it and told him I'd let him play after I get killed. Suprisingly I never did. I continued playing until early in the morning and beat it. "Wake up man, I beat the game!" "Holy shit!!! You did?" I just love those Resident Evil games; the kicking off of the zombies' heads, the stepping on baby spiders after blowing apart a spider the size of a Buick with a bazooka, the gunning down of those green mutant creatures with a Magnum before they get too close to claw you, capping the dogs before they leap on top of you to tear out your throat and the slow turning of the knob and door opening. Mainly what I love about these games is the fact that you are always on your toes when playing them, just hoping there isn't some god-foresaken thing around the corner waiting to tear you limb from limb. Those of us horror movie fans could just sit on the couch after popping some pop-corn and pouring a cold one or we could place ourselves in the horror realm. For once we can take part in what is happening and choose to have that character survive, which Resident Evil accomplishes quite nicely. |
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