Y'know, I always considered myself a bit of a placid gamer. As a born, bred 'n' fed Nintendo fanboy (as in, I grew up with Nintendo consoles and even worked there straight outta school), my games tend to fall in the 'save the damsel in distress by collecting rainbows' kinda genre.

I looked down my nose at Playstation and XBox bad boys. Just last week, I twiddled with my future brother-in-law's Playstation 3 and scoffed at how there only seemed to be first person shooters available for it.

Today though, I got a new game for Wii: Resident Evil 4. It scored an almost perfect rating from IGN, so I shrugged and figured it's gotta be alright. Typical horror slash thriller title, what could go wrong?

But I'll tell ya something - I've just discovered there's nothing more satisfying in the world than blowing the head off zombie cunts with a shotgun at close range.


Pow pow pow! Take that, repressed tendancies!

It's especially satisfying with the Wiimote, coz it feels like I'm actually waving a gun in these mofo's faces. At this rate, it's actually not too much of a stretch to imagine me going postal in real life the next time Connex cancels my train. Or hell, even if the driver so much as looks at me funny... cop a cap in his ass.

Pent up anger, anyone? I probably should have started killing real people in video games much, much earlier.