I’m not big on scary movies, but I love scary games. I think the difference is that in a game, I can attack whatever just scared me…or at the very least, there’s that element of control. Bioshock scared the crap out of me today. All I’ll say is that there was this room with a dentists chair…an empty dentists chair. The room is cold…filled with mist, or steam or something. When I enter the room, the mist fills the screen and I hear a noise. All of a sudden there is a corpse in the dentists chair. I promptly shoot the corpse, because…you know, zombies. Not that this is a zombie game, but my ever vigilant watch for the coming zombie apocalypse is more of an instinct than anything else. So I shoot the corpse and nothing happens. I figure it’s safe enough to investigate the room, even though I figure that something is going to try and jump out at me. I check all the corners and every shadowed area and then zone in on a desk against a wall with some stuff on it. As soon as I grab something on the desk the screen fills with mist again. Ohsnap! Whatever put that body there must be back, I better turn around and find it before it hits me in the back of the head…HOLY CRAP! Crazy, evil, dentist standing right behind me. I verbally react, alone in my apartment with something akin to a startled “Arrrgh!” and (with reflexes honed in preparation for the aforementioned zombie apocalypse) I dispatch the crazed, gene-hungry dentist with a point blank blast from my shotgun.
I love it.
Posted by quovadimus 
Posted by quovadimus 
