And then zombies showed up. As they do.

[trinityvixen]

Dead Rising is the perfect video game for those of you who loved Resident Evil but always secretly thought: "Jeeze, I can hold WAY too many items at one time. It's ridiculous. Also, I can save everywhere and all the time it's ridiculous." It's also a perfect nexus between those folks and the ones who thought that what Pokemon Snap really needed was more of a challenge, with, say, the Pokemon actually attacking you when they do their super moves.

I'm not even kidding. It's a survival horror game where you have to take pictures to level up. Yes, kill zombies, but you level up faster with good pictures. And? THERE IS NO PLACE TO SAVE FUCKING ANYWHERE ZOMG. The last time I had trouble with a game that put its save places so far away was with the beginning of Resident Evil 2, where you had to run through and avoid zombies for about twenty minutes of gameplay before you got to the police station and a save point. Dead Rising? IS WORSE.

However pissed I am that I am BACK to square one each time I died and had to start over, I will say that I do find it immensely funny that it's not the zombies that I have a problem with: it's the fucking psychopath survivors! Sheesh. Never have I hated the humans MORE.

Of course, since I played for hours prior to going to bed and went to bed frustrated all to blazes because I DIED AGAIN (MOTHERFUCKING HUMANS!), naturally, I dreamt about a zombie apocalypse. Or, rather, preparing for it. I was in a mall (what a surprise) and in a store kind like a Sams' Club or Wal-Mart that had a wide variety of a lot of shit and really, really tall cabinets that were wide enough that I made plans to climb up and make my little home up there. The dream consisted of me picking and choosing what to take with. I grabbed food stuffs and water without thinking, but I spent the greater part of the time deciding on what craft projects and books to bring with. (This is so perfectly me in real life--I never leave the house without at least a dozen things to occupy myself with should I get stuck somewhere and so that I don't run the risk of boredom.)

Then, randomly-but-not-if-you've-played-Dead Rising-all-night, I started grabbing giant containers of liquid detergent and stuff like that to have up there with me and to throw down should any zombies get ambitious and start climbing up to the top of the shelving where I was. In true Supermarket Sweep style, I weighed them based on how expensive they were (because of course that's a better estimate of how well they'd fend off zombies) and how heavy (makes more sense). Other people running around the store thought I was nuts. Well, I'd show them who was nuts when I had stuff to chuck at the zombies' heads!

(In case none of that made it clear, I actually really, really love Dead Rising already. I'm definitely its target demographic as I loved both Resident Evil and Pokemon Snap. It's only the impossibility of reaching the save points that's killing me. Because it exacerbates a problem I already have where I tend to be cocky playing video games and already don't save much. So it's saying something that Dead Rising doesn't even offer saves enough for someone like me.)

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[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

Hah! Searching for the bathroom in a world with no toilets might be a worse nightmare than anything with zombies.