When it comes to console games, I’m a Viva Pinata kind of girl. I like fluffy bunnies and love-struck squirrels and building houses. If I’m looking for a more hardcore game, I’ll play a driving game and run repeatedly into road dividers.
But I’m just not into shooting games. Or games where you hide in a warehouse and a swarm of zombies comes after you and you have to fend them off with your limited ammunition and defective shotgun.
I can handle key bindings for PC games, and it’s easy to aim with a mouse. You just float over what you’re going after and right click. But X Box controllers are beyond me. It is counter-intuitive to me to walk and aim with the left side of my body and look and shoot with the right.
Needless to say, when Jon suggested that we try out Resident Evil, I refused, until bribed by ice cream.
I got beat down by an angry man with a very large axe and more needles stuck in him than a homicidal acupuncturist’s victim. Apparently in Resident Evil, once you’re out of bullets, you can only kick once or twice. Maybe your legs get tired, I don’t know.
Anyway, after a bunch of zombies ripped our organs out, Jon tactfully suggested that when we are selecting our future career goals, we don’t include Expert Zombie Fighting Team. I am inclined to agree with him.
So, if a zombie-infested apocalypse ever comes, be prepared. Have a bunker ready, and a team of assassins (protection) and farmers (you have to eat something) on hand. Not even world dominators can handle every situation personally. When faced with mobs of undead, it’s okay to delegate.