LeMort

I was at prime gaming age when Resident Evil (ps1) hit (clawed? Bit?) With all its might. The reason we're talking about it today, at this scale, is because it was, not to gush, genius; the convergence of technology, talent, video gaming landscape (and my impressionable age) at that point in time won't ever happen again, at least not to the distinct flavor of b-movie, gothic, hyper realistic, classical music, under-resourced horror thereby engendered (mutated?).

In fact as soon as re2 (which is great), I started thinking that the monsters were becoming, well, arbitrary bags of flesh, teeth, etc. (See Nemesis, final form). Then there were leeches... Lots of... Leeches. Re1 had a theory: every phobia inducing infrahuman, plus established monsters, and... Tyrant.

Then Wesker got superpowers. And there was a shooting gallery. And explosive barrels.

If you ask this fanboy, let a sleeping Cerberus lie? Stop kicking this undead horse? Stop milking this progenitor flower?