God, that new RE8 was yet another crazy action horror game. Ethan Winters has to be the most boring mainline character there is, with the grizzled veteran Chris Redfield shoehorned in for the fan appeal, teaming up with this faceless friend, who he apparently semi-betrayed to get at the primary antagonist, Miranda. But at least his current look reminds me of how he was in games such as 5 and 6, even though they were kind of crap, and also too heavy on the shooting aspects. But in 7, they just messed up his model. Uh...
The series is incredibly convuluted. I don't understand why they even keep it going at this point. They end the games in a way where they sort of hint at a sequel, but then the next game seems to skip over things and then do more or less nothing in terms of pushing things ahead. Not to mention all of the pointless references, just... because. Purists love all of the dots lining up, I suppose. Although it's neither here nor there.
So um, this mould can magically make people into puppets, robots, vampires, lycanthropes and God only knows what else. Sorry, but that's just dumb. At least with the really old games, they were sort of more believable. In a lot of cases, you could understand this. But now it seems as if they're just going crazy.
Vendors setting up eBay in the middle of nowhere, flogging you Rambo's arsenal and other things. Like, what the hell? In the classic games, your ass had to explore creepy rooms and look for such things, unassisted.
WHERE IS JILL VALENTINE!?
That garbage RE3 remake doesn't count. That was a disgrace to the classic era...
The series is incredibly convuluted. I don't understand why they even keep it going at this point. They end the games in a way where they sort of hint at a sequel, but then the next game seems to skip over things and then do more or less nothing in terms of pushing things ahead. Not to mention all of the pointless references, just... because. Purists love all of the dots lining up, I suppose. Although it's neither here nor there.
So um, this mould can magically make people into puppets, robots, vampires, lycanthropes and God only knows what else. Sorry, but that's just dumb. At least with the really old games, they were sort of more believable. In a lot of cases, you could understand this. But now it seems as if they're just going crazy.
Vendors setting up eBay in the middle of nowhere, flogging you Rambo's arsenal and other things. Like, what the hell? In the classic games, your ass had to explore creepy rooms and look for such things, unassisted.
WHERE IS JILL VALENTINE!?
That garbage RE3 remake doesn't count. That was a disgrace to the classic era...