Resident Evil
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The seminal fourth release lent visceral nuances-amundo to the combat. With freeform-functioning firearms in hand, you could aim a laser sight at an opposing shambler’s shin, enabling a swift SENSIBLE TENNIS SHOE OR SIMILAR CASUAL FOOTWEAR TO THE CRANIUM of the stricken farm-folk. The following title (while, I’d venture, rather a ballache by series standards) supplemented this with further melee capabilities. Stamping on a head, while the owner of the aforementioned shuffles ineffectually like a drunken, halfwitted beetle was certainly a sadistic pleasure. This year, the latest iteration will be bestowed upon consoles worldwide. With the pledge of further combat refinements forthcoming, gratuitous sadism is once more impending. Impromptu ax-flailing romps are an exciting proposition indeed.
You too can eviscerate an innocuous once-dapper office dude in a shit-stained suit and tie.(“Not a zombie, you say? LIES! You may have THOUGHT he said he was heading to the storeroom for some toner, but it was just one of their guttural entreaties for ‘BRAAAAAAINS’. It’s an easy mistake, I’m sure. But trust me, I’m Leon Goddamn Kennedy. I KNOW this shit.”)
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